“I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.”

She struggled with goodbyes, because of how easily she loved.

If you allowed it, I’d break all the rules.

A kind heart and a smile that gets her in and out of trouble.

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

How perfectly you love my imperfection.

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

We’re just friends. It’s as complicated as that.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

In the moment you choose not to be vulnerable towards your pain and suffering you also build a wall towards happiness, towards awakening.

I hope in my next life I am able to heal the pain I caused you.

People are part of my music. A lot of my songs are the result of emotional experiences, sadness, pain, joy, and exultation in nature and sunshine and so on…like ‘California Girls’ which was a hymn to youth.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

You were enough then and you are enough now. Your pain never defined you, and never will.

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.