“Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.”

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

As I open my eyes and realizing I changed. Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game.

Open your eyes, I’m a BLESSING in disguise.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again.

I will not believe It’s less holy to be human. I will not bow my head. I will not close my eyes to god.

If you say my eyes are beautiful, it’s because they are looking at you.

If you have your eye set on somebody, don’t beat around the bush.

I was damaged in your eyes you were damaged in mine. Funny how we found each other as all damaged people do.