“When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.”

You put love in my eyes.

Don’t you dare take what I’m giving away more than willingly, for granted.

Why are you ignoring my heart so aggressively?

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

I’ll just be my own world.

No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

Love is simply a bundle of feelings that we express, whether to attract, arouse or communicate our thoughts to someone else.

When did our need to overpower one another, outgrow our desire to love?

I know fairytales aren’t real but being with you felt like one.

I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.

Thought impregnated with love becomes invincible. (Charles Haanel)

I love to reinvent myself, and that’s because I am a very free person. I do what I feel, and I love who I am.

The sin underneath all our sins is to trust the lie of the serpent that we cannot trust the love and grace of Christ and must take matters into our own hands.

I can’t take the look in your eyes of hurt I can’t help.