“The breaking of my heart always did sound like the crack of lightening.”

I’ve come to love these moments of sunshine with you.

How can I love again when all your love remains with me.

I hope you know that you are the only thing I have ever craved.

I want you to know that I think of you often between dreams and wishes.

Things end but greater things begin.

I want you to love me like a dream come true.

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.

And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.

She didn’t want the light at the end of the tunnel. She was perfectly at home in the darkness.

And if I lay in the sun a little longer maybe then, I can burn for something other than him.

I just feel kind of lonely in these moments between moments.

I’m sorry I wasn’t up to your standards but I’m not sorry I didn’t downgrade myself to get there.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.

Dear Moon, May I glow as brightly as you do, cradled amongst darkness.

Tell me you like to watch the stars tell me you believe in magic.

Her sadness clung to her like a cloak in the whitest of winters.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Dreams are built, and hearts are broken, by things that are said, but not meant.

It is not your job to fix people. I know your heart aches to see people you love in pain. But it is not your job to make their burden your own – that is not your path.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.

Some people just prefer to have their hearts broken.

2015 was really the hardest and the best year of my life. I learned a lot. I went through a lot of personal heartbreak, loss, and turmoil. I had to find my way out of sinking under the weight of it and it was the hardest thing I had to do.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.