“Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.”

I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.

There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.

I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.

I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.

If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?

I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.

You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.

Don’t become the thing that hurt you.

I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It’s the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it – no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.

There’s a big difference between kneeling down and bending over.

She won’t bend and break as you’d expect her to, she’s a solid form of bravery and fearlessness and that can’t be undone.

My every impulse bends to what is right.

Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

A bend in the road is not the end of the road. Unless you fail to make the turn.