“Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.”

Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”

And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.

And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.

Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.

And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.

Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.

Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.

There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.

There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.

All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.

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

Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.

Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

In everyday life, my wife is the most wonderful. We’re in love with each other beyond belief.

The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

The boys that lose our directioners are so stupid, they will never find such beautiful girls in the whole entire world.

Self love is not only loving the parts of yourself you deem beautiful, but also the parts you’d rather hide away knowing they are all deserving.