“Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.”

I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.

I write because suicide is no longer an option.

Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.

Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.

Lightning makes no sound until it strikes.

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.

Never get bored or cynical. Yesterday is a thing of the past.

We are not victims of our situation. We are the architects of it.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.