He was the source
of more smiles than tears,
But could never imagine
An "us" in two years.

Find people who don't make you want to write sad poetry. And once you do, keep them forever.

I don't want to fall in love, I want to be breathed into love. I need for it to feel as natural as the air filling my lungs. As involuntary and as sustaining.

The cause and the cure for craziness, is love.

There's a struggle to remain positive during storms of anxiety, this gradient wear on the soul- where the rain runoff errodes the soils of our hope, stability and happiness. The soils upon which we've built our homes... our bodies.

I've littered the streets of my mind by tossing out cigarettes while parked at the stoplight of my fears.

I encourage people write when they are crying, because only then is it possible to take the running ink and use it as war paint. You are strong.