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

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.

You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

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

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

Don’t let your soft kind heart be hardened by those who failed to treasure its beauty, beloved.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

If nothing else you have inspired me to write beautiful poetry if nothing else I bring words to the table with me.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.