I wanted him the bluntest way.I
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I
wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way to be read.I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount
of rain could douse the fir I had in me for him.

If you looked in the corners,
You'd find her right there,
Hidden by darkness,
And the curls in her hair,
Her nose in a book,
With her head in the clouds,
Hidden her feelings,
Away from the crowds,
If you sat by her side,
While the world passed you by,
She'd tell you the story,
Behind the pain in her eyes,
If you gave her five minutes,
You'd see how her smile,
Makes even the bad things
In life seem worthwhile,
But you don't look in corners,
You don't even glance,
So she sits there still waiting,
To be given a chance.

Your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your work
it's about how honest
you are with yourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for relatability.

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click-you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything.

I told her I was lost in this world
               And she smiled
             because she was too
         we were all lost somehow
                 But we didn't care
            we had in each other chaos
                   found each other.

Just because her eyes don't tear,

Doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry.

It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.