“Maybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.”

A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.

Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.

Its like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.

I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.

They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.

The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.

Put the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)

Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.

You love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.

I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.

A long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.

How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.

How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.

Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.

I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.

I meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.

But when I know that the glass is already broken, every minute with it is precious.

Today I divide my day between being actor, producer and distributor, and the monotony is broken.

I know this glass is already broken, so I enjoy it – incredibly.

Every real poem is the breaking of an existing silence, and the first question we might ask any poem is, What kind of voice is breaking silence, and what kind of silence is being broken?

Sometimes we get our hearts broken, only to have the right person come along to mend them.

Lovers lie around in itBroken glass is found in itGrassI like that stuff.

Pastors cannot lead, teach, or preach with anointing and supernatural power without being fully broken and surrendered to the lordship of Christ.

Men throw broken things away, but God never uses anything until he first breaks it.