anger is raging inside of me, yet all I can do is cry. cry like I've never cried before. I gave you my heart and you promised not to break it. I used to feel everything, now I'm heartless. detached from everything. you broke me, but I forgive you. I hate you because you left me damaged, but I still love you.
life is like when you're a little kid and you discover that there is more than twenty-four crayons in the box that there is the possibility of forty-eight colors of sixty-four of one-hundred and twenty that there are so many shades of love and anger and peace and despair and absolute bliss and the ability to express them all are now in the palm of your hand
life is colorful beautiful thought-provoking lovely soulful heartbreaking inspiring and absolutely wonderful
every day is a new sunrise a new chance to transform into the butterfly you want to be
eyes bright as stars a smile with more radiance than any sun galaxies mapped in your eyes, infinite while indefinite stay here and let me name every constellation
turns out the galaxy and you are kind of the same thing
when people are in love they often say they simply fell tripped over their own two feet face forward and into the arms of their beloved
i did more than simply fall onto the ground of your love
you, for me were an ocean and i dived headfirst roughly harshly almost painfully into the waters of “you”
i knew i could not swim but i did so anyway i was drowning entangled in you surrounded by this being of “you” engulfed in this feeling of “you”
and i did not know what came over me but i let myself drown i did not try to swim back up because if i went back to land, releasing myself from your grasp that would mean losing the feeling of “you”
and after submerging into the depth the love the passion of “you”