Sometimes love gives us more pain than joy - but that doesn't mean it is worth any less.

I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins;letting my scars glow in a dark bluereflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

Aren’t we all straving - just for different hearts?

Aren’t we all starving - just for different hearts?

Don’t let the scars on your heart define the way you love.

The moment will come when the feelings in your heart get so heavy that even your body is exhausted.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again.Like a familiar place in the shadowswhere we used to meet.