I live so fully in the small things.

My tears have no dam, they waterfall like no other.

Her heartbreak shatters my soul and her bright days fill my mind with sunshine.

The conclusion of a good book brings me satisfaction that leaves me fulfilled for days.


I react quickly, apologize profusely, forgive easily, and learn much from the simplest dramas.


Falling in love for me is like falling asleep, the most natural thing of all.


My heart is full and amused from the mundane.


- will I survive real life if this rehearsal is already enough?

I am not the time you need filled. I am not the attention you seek to complete the holes in your heart. I am not a passing attraction or a temporary glance. I am not the flower you pick only to watch me fade. I am not the answer to your insecurities nor the short term solution. I am not a doll to be played with and then tossed aside when I no longer amuse you.


I am the memory you hold onto at all your waking moments. I am the days you wish would never end. I am the view from the top of the mountain, the view of the world that you can’t turn your eyes from. I am the beating beautiful heart you hold in your hands and treasure for always. I am the answer to your wildest dreams and secret fantasies. I am the kind of gift that is cherished forever.


- the kind of self respect we all could use a little more of

most of the time words are enough.
there’s enough of them to say what we need to say
and enough to understand what needed to be understood.


but there are a few instances in life when words no longer suffice,
when emotions surpass verbal understanding.


the english language gave us three words,
one short phrase,
​to communicate what even a lifetime often cannot express.


I love you.


Don’t waste it on people who don’t matter.

When songs pause in their path from my mind to my lips and the sound no longer escapes from me,


When the notebook paper is blank and my pen rests heavily beside these lines unfilled by poems,


When the stories stop coming from my heart through my soul and heart and onto its canvas,


That’s when you’ll know that I lost the only part of me that was worth singing and writing about.

count your true friends 
by the ones who loved you 
when you didn't understand 
not only how to love 
​but how to let yourself be loved. 

Just know that when you hurt me
I don’t see myself in your dark eyes
But the reflection of the hundreds of people
Who hurt you first.