“It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.”

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.

We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we yearn for another that will be eternal.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

You wouldn’t worry so much about what other people thought about you if you knew how seldom they did.

For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.

The difference between you and the person you envy, is that you settle for less.

We chase dreams and embrace shadows.

Love is not a victory march it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.