“This soul of yours has lived a million lives before you. Listen to it, believe in it. It knows the way, it has seen it all.”

The greatest longing I will ever have, is for the love I always deserved but never received.

For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.