“If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.”

You can be the milky way and I’ll be your andromeda.

You are my world and I am a lone planet forever just outside your orbit.

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

You decided you loved me when I decided I was done waiting.

I am a sinking ship and my love it’s time you jump overboard or I am going to take you down with me.

I fell in love with a shooting star.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does buy enough wine to drown out the memories.

I hold entire constellations within my soul but all he saw were the stars in my soul.

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

I call myself a poet but I don’t have words to describe that feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand brushes against mine so purposefully accidental.

You have never loved me as I love you–never–never! Yours is not a passionate heart–your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite– not a woman!

For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide.

Love isn’t about when you first meet. It’s about the many, many years you spend together, when you’re trying to keep that flame burning.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.

I love the freedoms we got in this country, I appreciate your freedom to burn your flag if you want to, but I really appreciate my right to bear arms so I can shoot you if you try to burn mine.