“She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.”

I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.

I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.

And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.

It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.

Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.

She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.

If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.

These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.