“If I could choose how to die, I would drown in your eyes.”

Loving you was grey you were never really here, never really away, I was always there always in reach but you were somewhere in the air.

Fools are not those in love rather, fools are those who run from love and I have a habit of falling for fools.

You were a pleasant surprise, my love like the inspiration in between of writer’s block.

When people ask about us now I say we are strangers but not the kind you may think we just happen to be strangers who know every mundane detail about each other.

I do not want a soft love, I want to be crushed.

Maybe in another life I won’t be as hard as to love.

There are bigger problems in the world than those of love despite this I can’t fathom why I think I may die if i can’t have you.

I always knew you loved the ocean from the way you dived in and out of me.

The clouds in my head are raining hell today.

I have a heart of glass, When I break I don’t fall apart, I shatter.

My heart bleeds at the thought of being unable to live all the lives I have planned in my head.

And in the same way sunflowers involuntarily follow the sun shined so bright, you could have led me to hell and I would have followed you anyway.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

You will never know this love, I will never show.

I don’t know which is sadder, the fact That I am severely depressed, or the fact that no one has noticed.

We accept love only to the extent we are willing to endure heartbreak.