I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.

I never said I love you because I knew he would understand it differently. I loved him, and I still do, but it was as a chapter. It wasn’t as a fairytale ending.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

I see you in every passing moment.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

between your armsit was to dieto feel your warmththe bliss of your heartit was my life