Boys learn too late that being the man, is not the same thing as being a man.

He was the one that healed her, that made her scars feel beautiful.

I am not perfect for you, but I will always imperfectly try to be.

Her heart was wild, but I didn’t want to catch it, I wanted to run with it, to set me free.

A soul mate would be great, but at some point I'd settle for someone who gets back to text messages.

I made her go because I knew she could do better and now I wonder if I should have just been better.

To a poet every curve of her was a well place word.

Find someone and live in awe of them.

What a strange world, we trade our days for things.