“No matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.”

Losing her was plenty.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

You’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

This time I’ll be better for myself, at least for myself.

I love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth

You’ll heal after this painful chapter.

I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.

She was just my kind of poetry.

You’re always welcome if you find someone better than me.

She built walls to protect herself from intruders who made her feel unworthy.

Many people can write, but only the rare can understand the pain behind your unwritten emotions.

I still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

We forgive people in order to give peace for ourselves.

I want to sell out arenas and make an album and work with some of the best artists in the world.

I’m just doing the best I can now to keep this going… trying to grow up and remain young at the same time.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

It’s so amazing to hear a crowd of people singing one of your songs. It’s the best feeling.

I’m an actor. I can do whatever I want. As an actor, not everything has to be the most obvious choice. And sometimes, the best thing you can do is to defy expectations.

My dad is really old school: Whatever you do, just be the best at it. He didn’t really care if I was a plumber or a roofer. It didn’t matter what I did. He said, Go out and find out what you like to do, and be the best at it.

I caught my wife in bed with my best friend the other day. I was crushed. They could have waited till I’d got out.

I’m going to do my best to channel the character on a spiritual level.