“The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.”

If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, don’t ever come to me with a reason to fix us.

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

It’s good to give up on some things, sometimes it lets you free.

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Needless to say, you can love people without leading them, but you cannot lead people without loving them.

Love is indicated by deeds. (and not by words)

This spring along with flowers, I hope you bloom as my love has, one season too soon.

You deserve to be with someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.

I write poetry hoping that one day I fall in love with the poet.

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

Sometimes you’ve got to choose your peace over your loved ones.

No one knows the things you have endured like you. Your flaws tell your story there is no need to hide them.