Without hope how would a broken heart ever mend?

Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point.
Maybe the point is to feel fulfilled in the self-consciousness of individuality.

Sometimes, I can't tell whether it is my weak will, or your strong perfume.

Love is like
Two bubbles kissing,
That very instant
One goes missing.

I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil.
Turns out you were the sun.

I am not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore

I love the flutter my heart makes every time we talk.

I still think of you every time tulips bloom.

It's ironic, once we're old enough to understand love, we're then, too damn old to enjoy it.

Shallow mind and a shallow heart
Beat me down til I fall apart
Once or twice is not enough
My mind still says that I’m in love