I pushed you away to save myself, and yet I have never felt so alone since that dreaded day... Now I question whether I ever really pushed you away, but rather tried to fool myself with false promises of never loving you or missing you again...

My heart and soul are warm now that I have you back in my life... But for how long will you stay this time?

I thought I loved her, but just thinking of losing you has brought me to my knees with tears streaming down my face and my heart breaking under the crescent moon.

R.I.P to the people who lost their lives during the Boston Marathon terror attack... And let the ones who were injured rest with ease...

How do you cope with the fact that each poem you write ends up being for the one who broke you?

Temptation lies bittersweet on my tongue and alive in my heart, but I can't find it in me to give in

I want to move on with my life. Travel to exotic places with my friends, have fun, and leave behind the place where memories kill me with each new day. I want to live my life, for once, MY way, and no one can stop me anymore :)

Give me one reason I shouldn't travel there, one damn good reason. It will allow me to do what I will with my life, as I planned so many moons ago.

I miss the way she told me I cross her mind like cherry blossoms... I miss the way she used my nickname... I miss the way she said "I love you"

I had to wonder if she truly still loves me when she called me my nickname yesterday... Held my hand... Hugged me hard... Broke my heart all over again as it ached to be able to love her like I did before...