“Rain love on the people that mean the world to you.”

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.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

Do you really think you could push away the love that’s meant for you? Do you really think you could keep the love that’s not meant for you?

You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.

People could stab me with knives and i would still get them aid, For i see a glimpse of me in them. But sadly, people aren’t mirrors.

Look at me, comforting you with the words I wish someone spoke to me.

You greet people and are fooled by their smiles. I greet people and I’m haunted by the pain in their eyes.

It breaks my heart to see people with such great potential to love, give up on love.

There is no love deeper than a broken soul madly in love.

The purest of hearts go through the deepest of pain.