“It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.”

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.

It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.

I tell myself I can live without you. And it terrifies me that I don’t know how to.

I loved you in pain and when I began to bleed I called it magic.

I ache to know how it feels to be without having a weight on my soul.

I will never find peace in my broken pieces.

Be gentle with me. I own scars that do not bleed.

I don’t know if it was suicide to love him. What I mean is, He very much ruined me.

I will always be the one who made you into poetry.

I know there is no such thing as forever. But I promise I will love you until the very end.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

We suffered. We worried. We lost. We wept. But loved, and laughed, and cared, and helped.

Love is seeing God in the person next to us, and meditation is seeing God within us.

I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

Love goes unappreciated a lot of times, but you still gotta keep giving it.

Don’t Fall in love, Rise in Love!

And I must learn every language to find a word that describes your beauty.