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

Flowers grew where her feet followed and trees bowed above her head, but in her garden there were secrets beneath that soil, she could not forget.

In places where everyone is beautiful, i am tempted to toy with my ugly.

We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

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.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

Part of growing up is letting certain things & people go no matter how much you love them.

I pencil you in my heart to erase you out when the loving gets hard.

Just because someone loves you in the past doesn’t mean you need to keep it forever.

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.

We have to either let go or suffer, because everything will eventually cease. And just because we love something, doesn’t mean it takes us with it.

I don’t need that last conversation. I don’t need to understand what went wrong. Your silence explained enough.

When the feeling can’t be expressed any stronger, you just break down and tears cascade.