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

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.

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.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

It breaks my heart that some of my fans think that because they love me and they idolize me, they have to be just like me and dress like me and act like me.

The tests of life are not to break you but to make you.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Breakups have a way of shaking us awake and helping us see what we really want vs. what we are willing to settle for.

You are only as broken as you allow yourself to be.

One of the best times for figuring out who you are & what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.

Let go of the hands that don’t want to hold yours.