“When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.”

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.

Foolishly hoping you return with a kiss.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

My heart holds your name like it’s the only thing it knows.

He is the love of my life, but not in this life.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

Anxiety is on the run and depression sleeps in the next room.

A broken heart will make a poet out of you.

I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.

You only loved me in your loneliness.

I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.

Poverty makes a slave out of men. In order to eat he will accept work that gives no pleasure.

All I know to do is to light the candle that has been given to me.

Haters don’t deserve one second of your valuable attention, so why would you give them any? 

Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.

It’s more important to try to surround yourself with people who can give you a little happiness.

You become what you give your attention to. If you yourself don’t choose what thoughts and images you expose yourself to, someone else will, and their motives may not be the highest.

Don’t be afraid to take your time to give your heart to someone worthy.

What is to give light must endure burning.