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

My heart woke me crying last night how can I help I begged my heart said-write the book.

We have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view – live fully.

What draws you to her, tell me what you like so I can practice.

What I miss most is how you loved me. But what I didn’t know was, how you loved me, that had so much to do with the person I was.

Borders are man-made they divide us physically don’t let them make us turn on each other – we are not enemies.

The thing worth holding onto would not have let go.

People go but how they left always stays.

Even though we were both under the same roof of that coffee shop. I was still solar systems away from you.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

Fall in love with your solitude.

On the last day of love, my heart cracked inside my body.

We need more love not from men but from ourselves and each other.

Trying to convince myself I am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right.

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

Don’t let failure go to your heart, and don’t let success go to your head.

When the sufferers learn to think, then the thinkers will learn to suffer.

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

A lie cannot live.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.