“There was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.”

I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.

Men like you were never meant for storms like us.

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.

The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.

I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.

We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.

I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?

In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

Faith is a dark night for man, but in this very way it gives him light.

God is a dark night to man in this life.

Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.

In a time of darkness, you don’t curse the darkness, you light a candle.

The awareness is not part of the darkness or the pain; it holds the pain, and knows it, so it has to be more fundamental, and closer to what is healthy and strong and golden within you.