“Losing you meant meeting myself again.”

Even when I’m alone, I am whole.

Aligning with your divine feminine is aligning with your openness to your highest good.

The greatest love your body can know lies within it, not outside it.

There is poetry in your shadows.

What sinks carves path for what’s meant to rise – what is buried gives way to new life.

Love lost itself in a shipwreck of two rocky souls unable to love the oceans in themselves.

I’ll plant roses in my bones as a reminder to continue watering myself.

The act of entering someone’s heart should never lock you outside of your own.

Love used to taste like you- but liberation tastes sweeter. Because it tastes like me.

There’s power in choosing to be loved.

Oh how the universe wants me to learn, Unlearn, You.

There is nothing more divine than the way you root into your soul and grow far beyond what tries to contain you.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Stop asking the person who hurt you to give you permission to move on.

If you stop seeing so hard maybe you’ll see yourself clearly.

Never let your love for them make you lose yourself.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

They may seem like the perfect fit, for your incomplete puzzle. But they’re not the right piece.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

In another life, you and I stay together.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

When is giving up okay before or after we break?

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

What a loss they suffered, the day they left you.