“It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.”

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.

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

Years passed and left me behind stuck in the past with you.

You were my muse until you chose silence and I lost my talent.

Speak with Love and it becomes Truth.

Whatever books you may read, you cannot realize the Divine merely by intellectual effort. Oneness can only be promoted by the practice of love.

A wise man can be a fool in love.

When you’re dead, you don’t breathe, you don’t see, you don’t feel, you don’t love.

Self Love really is the only rule. All the other forms of love are just manifestations of it.

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.

I learned to love my natural self more when I stopped wearing makeup everyday and started embracing the scars I spent years hiding.

Nobody has the same heartprint as you.