“How can she love a man who is busy loving someone he can never get his hands on again.”

There is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

And here you are living despite it all.

You were so afraid of my voice I decided to be afraid of it too.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

You are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting – letter to my future lover.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic.

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.

You are your own soulmate.

Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

Right or wrong, it’s very pleasant to break something from time to time.

Choices is king. It will make or break your life.

Some things break your Heart, but fix your vision.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

Like love & pain, you will slowly fade away too.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

We were almost fine, almost together.