“You were so gentle with my messy burdens, my tender wounds and the cracks in my broken soul that I became gentle with them, too.”

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

Even if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

I removed the dagger and used it to carve out a new life.

Focus on loving and accepting others more than your own need to be loved and accepted by others.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Hearts don’t forget.

On the days I felt like I was going crazy he looked at me and said maybe its the rest of the world that’s crazy.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

Our greatness mistake was starting with potent lust, and allowing it to drip into lust.

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

This heaviness is too much for one soul.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left – but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’ – but I actually mean sad.

All I’ve ever wanted was a little of your time and a lot of your love.