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.

I know in our world
So much can be easily tossed away
Disposable
Replaceable
Expendable


But remember that some people and things are
Fixable
Mendable
Indispensable


But more than anything
You must be able
to tell the difference.

​memory 
It whispers what was and what was not,
tugging my soul into that which has been 
long forgotten but for the 


melody
The sighs and sounds of thoughts
That long for remembrance in silence
of long and lonely nights and 


moments
in which it is only the memory and melody 
that comforts me. only stirrings of 
something irrevocably gone. 


but it whispers. ​