“Stand up a little taller, darling, and wipe those tears away. Let’s hope that tomorrow will treat you better than today.”

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

I will be the light you can cling to when your darkness lingers.

She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.

No matter how desperately I want to stop falling I am already in motion.

If we let love in the light will follow the shadow will creep back to their corners the consuming dark will vanish morning will find us we will make it to the dawn together.

You will always be worth saving.

If I am the night’s last lonely lantern you can count on me I won’t let the darkness creep in I won’t let the light abandon you.

Wishes are simply dreams we weren’t brave enough to chase after.

If death comes to claim us, my soul will wander until we meet again.

Your love insists I keep breathing.

Your eyes are grey storm clouds. I search for them in the downpour.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Your writing is never as good as you hoped, but never as bad as you feared.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

Eyes closed, hearts open. Vulnerable, I surrender. Trust fall, please catch me.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.