“I am more than this skin I am in, And once you see that, we all win.”

You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

You were the flame that ignited in the presence of my air, But that didn’t mean our fire wouldn’t starve in the cold of our reality.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

If i could spin around your axis just one last time, That sunrise and sunset would be enough of a forever to satisfy me.

In my head i built a ladder, to reach the moon and stars, with you.

One must not mistake majority for truth.

I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain.

Whatever you compromise to gain, you will lose.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.

I always wondered why somebody doesn’t do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.

Well, obviously religion must come from inside.

It was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls.