From the hollow tree.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

I hope we never need whisky to talk about our deepest scars or darkest secrets I hope we can talk about these over a morning cup of coffee and see each other in the bright sunlight I hope we never need darkness to hide

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

Never say goodbye when you still want to try. Never give up when you can still take it. Never say you don’t love them when you can’t let go.

One day I woke up and we no longer spoke the same language. I haven’t heard from you since.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it, but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.