I miss you like the mismatching sock I can’t find. You’re out there somewhere.

Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We’re looking at the same sun, and the stars...

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

Some people hate the rain, other appreciate it for the blooming flowers.

Love is a battle with yourself. Be kind and love yourself before you love anyone else.

Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

My heart beats so hard, I feel like I have an earthquake inside of me. It’s weighing me down and my hands shake with the need of safety and comfort.

Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.

I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state...

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

You be the sun, I’ll be the moon, let’s share the stars and dance in the sky.

Touch with your heart more than with your hands.

Life is great, and without it, you’d be dead.

I can’t save you unless you save me, too.

Love enough to end a war.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

Push my buttons, and I’ll push you off a bridge. 

Be strong enough to move mountains.

I’ll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most. 

One dead and one alone. That’s how the story ends.

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

Be drunk in love and high on life.

If your glass is half empty, fill it up to be full.

Look up, always. Look back, never.

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.

These days, I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you’re here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.