“You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.”

I’ve been busy making homes out of people When I should have been busy making a home out of me.

I am an addict And I’m hooked On dopamine. Terrified to be alone so for companionship, I feign.

I stayed up with the moon again – She always listens to my cries.

Does caring make us weak? I think it makes us stronger, For it’s quite difficult To be selfless, But rather easy to be selfish.

I couldn’t dream of loving you anymore than I already do, Yet every day I wake up so much more in love with you.

Sometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.

I can’t help myself but stare off into empty space I don’t know where else to search for you, And I miss you so much.

When will we learn to respect one another, when will our egos learn to take a seat?

Don’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.

I may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

Seasons change, With my heart along For the ride.

I love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.

Your Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.