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

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

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

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

Time passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past that ignited the colors of my soul.

I wept that everything he made was pretty I forgot that I, too, was an art-the girl with a soft heart.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

I use ink to bleed and words to heal it’s all I ever need to let my heart feel.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Reality breaks hearts, but life is beautiful.