“I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.”

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.

How can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.

You betrayed me and I know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt, you’d talk to her when we were together. Loved you at your worst but that didn’t matter.

I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, don’t find someone better. I hope you are happy but don’t be happier.

You said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

If you break the shell of your personality, you will simply be present – as life is, as the Divine is, just a Presence.

It must hurt to know I am your most beautiful regret.