“You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.”

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

The saddest song you’ll ever know is the one my heart plays for you.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.

It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.

I tell myself I can live without you. And it terrifies me that I don’t know how to.

I loved you in pain and when I began to bleed I called it magic.

I ache to know how it feels to be without having a weight on my soul.

I will never find peace in my broken pieces.

Be gentle with me. I own scars that do not bleed.

I don’t know if it was suicide to love him. What I mean is, He very much ruined me.

I will always be the one who made you into poetry.

I know there is no such thing as forever. But I promise I will love you until the very end.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

The beauty of soul nakedness the beauty of ripping illusion out from the soil of us.

Beauty becomes alive and interesting when it’s habited.

Today is a beautiful day to love yourself madly.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us

We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.

The day you catch an idea you fall in love with, even a small one, is a beautiful day.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.