Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.

I’ll never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.

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.

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.

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

But could words bethe end of me?

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

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

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.