Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe,constantly waiting,for the next x or o.

AGE DIFFERENCEWhat if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you’ve known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what...

Without a doubt,I must read,all the booksI’ve read about.See the artworkshung on hooks,that I have only,seen in books.

If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life — they have not loved at all.

We spoke on the phone for the first time that morning. My back against the chest of drawers, my knees tucked under my chin. “What are you doing?” You ask. “Staring at my socks,” I...

Neither here, nor there. But everywhere.

Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.

RegretsTiming is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It’s what I once believed.But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure...

It happens like this. “One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within...

The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown.

Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or...

You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yoursbefore I knew,and you have always been mine too.

Her heart is played like well worn stringsIn her eyes the sadness singsOf one who was destined of better things

In a sea of strangers,you’ve longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds -it was you I fellin love with first.

The scatterbrain,is a little like,the patter of rain.Neither here,nor there,but everywhere.

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o.

Shrinking in a corner,pressed into the wall;do they know I’m present,am I here at all?

Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him...

Here are the things I want for you -I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in...

I don’t think all writers are sad, she said.I think it’s the other way around—all sad people write.

What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome— said all at once.

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

AcceptanceThere are things I missthat I shouldn’t,and those I don’tthat I should.Sometimes we wantwhat we couldn’t—sometimes we lovewho we could.