“I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.”

Some conversations feel like a hug. Some people feel like home.

Amidst all the roles you play, remember to be yourself.

You were the easiest to love. Hardest to leave. And impossible to forget.

Would you dance with me, when the world is watching? Would you dance with me when the music stops?

If you believe that it’s meant to be, make it happen.

I can spend a lifetime without you. But not this moment, not tonight.

My happy poems will be flowers on a grave. You will see a garden in all its bloom. But underneath the earth. I lay.

To my heart, you’re my home.

You can break me into pieces. And all million of me will love you still.

I miss people I have never met. Conversations I have never had. Streets I’ve never walked. And love I have never made.

Even if it’s for a little time. Birds build homes too.

Oh darling, if you won’t be yourself who will?

Some people are sunshine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.

I let her go, because I knew she could do better and now she’s gone I wonder if I should’ve just been better.

I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.

There is nothing capable of doing, what your name does to me.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.