“To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.”

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.

I’m not afraid of the chance at loving you, I’m only afraid of what it could do to me.

You can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.

And though I owned you nothing I still gave you my everything.

Discovered deeply within the depths of much suffering came forth my love of poetry.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

What you have done to me shows your character how I loved you regardless shows mine.

How lonely it must be in that shallow pool you wade alone in.

I allowed myself to fall knowing full well you would never catch me.

I lost parts of me when I split into two and most of those pieces seeped into you.

Never again will I give, give myself to those who refuse to see my fire.

I live mostly within my own mind and what scares me is not knowing what is fact or fiction inside of it.

You left me in such a state of dire misconception that now I am doubting even my own reflection.

She is a different breed of passion, she went out not with a bang but with a moan.

Ask me about the time you broke my heart and I’ll tell you how I put it back together again.

What if it’s boring – or if it’s not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.

People who worry about looking good typically hide what they don’t know and hide their weaknesses, so they never learn how to properly deal with them and these weaknesses remain impediments in the future.

Trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.

Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.

The only feelings that do not heal are the ones you hide.

Forever the girl who hides behind the shadow o the noisiest crowd.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

I don’t want to hide. Not from you.