It’s okay to collapse into broken words. You don’t always have to be a poem.
One day your kids will ask you “What is love?” And you will look at your spouse and remember your ex.
Got buried with words. In a golden foil. Fought for my survival. Lost. Rotten flesh and ribs everywhere. They found. And named me a story.
You never noticed but I was right there, in the spaces between all the words you wrote for him.
She’s a summer girl and I am going to let her gaze melt my winter heart.
All these extra layers, Sometimes love doesn’t even reach where we truly live.
Take me to the forest and let me sing to the wounded birds, so I heal when they fly again.
Never underestimate a day’s potential to go from bad to terrible in no time.
Few things as painful as living with the reality of not knowing if they ever really loved you, after it’s all been done and dusted.
To all the single girls out there asking where all the decent guys are they are in the friend zone, right where you left them...
She’s too naked in his head to care to cover up her weaknesses before him.
If you caught her with another man, you don’t need a second opinion, you need a final decision.
It’s hard for most of us to admit that the relationship isn’t complicated, I am.
Never throw away a chance to say “I LOVE YOU” to the people you care about because we aren’t promised tomorrow.
Sometimes our disappointments may truly be opportunities in disguise.
Relationships end because once someone has you, they stop doing all the things it took to get you.
I carry on without you because I have to, not because I want to.
Can I stay lost in your quiet?
Life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with mother.
Sometimes I feel I am enough for anyone. At other times I hope, I am.