“When they ask you if love is real, I hope I’ve helped you answer yes.”

A kind heart and a smile that gets her in and out of trouble.

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

How perfectly you love my imperfection.

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

We’re just friends. It’s as complicated as that.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

You cannot hope to heal when you are stuck some where between needing to get over them and still wishing for them to come back.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

Only those who believe are the ones who actually make it happen.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

Young people are leading the charge for a more sustainable and equal world and they give me hope.     

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.