“i want to stop writing poetry about you, but my pen does not obey. as soon as the ink touches a blank page, words appear i never wished to say. i tried to write a poem about spring beginning to bloom, but it ended up as a haiku about me missing you.”

“That is all I need in a friend: someone who I can be comfortably sad with.”

“You made yourself free by loving, because you are giving it all away: your soul, your worth, your emotions, your time, and that is why being brokenhearted, is quite being tied to a state of exclusion, a private prison. But when you love, you have this emptiness, a whole lot of space, selfless, selfless space.”

“be the one who reaches out a hand to those on the ground, not the one who kicks them when they’re already down.”