“Careful darling, if the angel in her knows to heal you, the demon in her knows to kill you too.”

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

You are healing and you are doing good, like the crescent before becoming full.

Nothing is more beautiful than two broken hearts healing each other.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

Darlin if I could, I would fall for someone good.

Cry it all out darling because sometimes what you need is a good cry.

How much sadness can you contain inside your heart? How much more darling, till it gets enough?

So darling, pick up those pieces and make something beautiful out of them because you can. You might have to bake them hot to rejoin them but trust me, it’s worth it.

Darling, to be honest, my soul feels free after you left.