“How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.”

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.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

Stop rushing and fill yourself with anxiety.

We realize our mistakes when it is too late.

The massive success is moving on from the one that broke you.

I’m so private that my own family rarely knows me.

You have the right to disappear until you feel good again.

I’d rather miss you in your absence then neglect in your presence.

I know the world gave you too much pain, but do not inflict it further on others.

The Higher you give the lesser you Receive.