“She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.”

What I miss most is how you loved me. But what I didn’t know was, how you loved me, that had so much to do with the person I was.

Borders are man-made they divide us physically don’t let them make us turn on each other – we are not enemies.

The thing worth holding onto would not have let go.

People go but how they left always stays.

Even though we were both under the same roof of that coffee shop. I was still solar systems away from you.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

Fall in love with your solitude.

On the last day of love, my heart cracked inside my body.

We need more love not from men but from ourselves and each other.

Trying to convince myself I am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right.

You do not just wake up and become the butterfly -Growth is a process.

I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.

There is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

Hurt me with the truth. Don’t comfort me with a lie.

Every time you left, shit was never right.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

You never know how much you love somebody until they’re gone.

Boys will break your heart. Real men will pick up the pieces.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.