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

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 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 threw water on my fire when I was looking for gasoline.

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

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

Maybe in another life, you say but I am stuck loving you in this one.

Don’t judge a man by where he is, because you don’t know how far he has come.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.

Confine yourself to the present.

Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

You’ve seen my descent, now watch my rising.