“If you stay long enough I’ll turn you into poetry. – please stay.”

Can the contents of a bottle make misery evaporate? I’ll be damned if it does but I’ll spin it anyway. – self medicated.

Tomorrow’s thoughts swallow today’s contentment. Mind, Be present. – mindfulness.

I hope you find grace in the spaces in between your racing thoughts and melancholy – be kind to your beautiful mind.

I want more for you than you want for yourself. Everyone needs an advocate who’s not the devil. – your advocate.

In your presence there is fullness of joy.

How can we sing in harmony when we don’t know the melody god is singing over us? listen to the fathers voice. He speaks softly and loves deeply.

In the midst of my breaking I am becoming.

For the heart that needs a dose of courage don’t run, don’t hide, don’t fear, hold on.

Ask for the grace you gift others ( you’re allowed to need what you give.) – you’re not needy.

I talk too much speak too much I think out loud wish I knew what’s on your mind. – overthinking.

When the darkness closes in, push back.

Every heart needs a home that isn’t made of flesh and bone. – another place called home.

Oh, to be a plant, turning toxins into oxygen bringing life into empty spaces.

I’d exhale every breath I have just so you could inhale all my confidence in you.

We look for love under covers hiding cold feet but you can’t find something that’s not there to see. – missing piece.

Two lost vessels can’t guide each other home when neither can see light lining the hidden horizon. – lost at sea.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem i’ll never send.

She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

Poetry saved my torn heart.