“A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.”

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.

There are things that I don’t say out loud. And so they just live in the roots of my soul.

Its okay to have high standards. You deserve exactly what you want.

Whats so poetically beautiful about my world now, is that its finally mine.

She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.

I fell like the rain on a perfectly sunny afternoon. It rushed over me out of nowhere. It opened up the skies.

I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.

Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.