You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.
We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.
I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.
I became to understand you and all of you.
We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.
The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.
They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.
I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.
But could words bethe end of me?
When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.
The meaning of life is to die living it.
I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.
The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.
running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely
Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.
I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.
I fear falling in love and understanding why.
All of my bad ideas were always my best.
I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.
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