“You took my heart, hope, love, and trust when you left but you gave me good poetry.”

Friendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.

I want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.

All this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it —in poetry.

I remind myself what I desire in another is myself undiscovered.

Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.

I am both mud and lotus but, my love you only see the mud.

Our lives are now changed forced anew we start again it’s all we can do.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

Being an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.

My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.

How can you be so unconditional when I speak of my dreams but yet so conditional in your love for me.

Harmony soothes us in the abyss when our mind untangles chaos.

Even my tears fall for you.

How do I find my way back to myself? I’ve been away for so long.

But darling, losing you was better than losing me.

Love is a serious mental disease.

Things never happen the same way twice.

Sometimes it’s flattering when people copy you, but sometimes it gets to a breaking point.

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.

It is so hard to leave, until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren’t with me I haven’t a thing in the world.