“But doesn’t it hurt to feel so much and pretend not to?”

Let’s get drunk off the stars and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

People say a lot. So, she watches what they do.

Find someone who can hear you even when you’re silent.

She had eyes that I would miss sunsets for.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

People say a lot. So, she watches what they do.

Listen. Her silence tells a story.

My heart beats differently for you.

She’s not rude. She’s just done tolerating less than what she deserves.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

She was strong enough to be gentle all the time.

Perfection is just a lie, failure’s not forever, rejection is but a sign, darling you are a treasure.

It is not a coincidence that the strongest people tend to have the most scars.

She’s like a stiff drink I can’t get enough of, the first real obsession I can’t help but love.

She had eyes that held you better than arms ever could.

The feeling of love conquers all heartbreak.

I feel at home in places I’ve never been.

I can’t keep quiet of all that I’m feeling so I won’t.

I do not myself feel that any person who is really profoundly humane can believe in everlasting punishment.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.