Strangers For President

I had a dream you were holding me. I woke up holding my side saying to you, “I had a nightmare you left me.” And when I turned to hug you back, you were not there. You truly did leave and the nightmare was real. You’ve always been a dream and now was the time for me to wake up and accept you are not real, not for me anyway.

If we do not invest in our youth. We should not have expectation for the future.

She never mind being heartbroken. She knew it, at the very least, meant she was still alive.

I often wake up sometimes with terrible hatred towards my dedication in believing love is simple, love is instant, that love comes from first sight when the sudden beating motion of your heart comes to a halt. I often hate myself for believing in it, for wanting it, for never accepting anything short of it. Not because apart of me believes it is not real but for the simple fact that the world has grown cold to that magic. And I don’t want to be the last of it without ever feeling its touch.

I find peace in knowing you were alone and unusual. That the world saw you, really saw you for you. Because I too feel very much alone, very unusual and very noticeably odd and I've grow okay with who I am all because you were.

I do not love in portions. There is simply all of me and then there is nothing.

Respect your worth. The best thing you can do for yourself is be honest with everyone else. To deny yourself the right of being entitled to how you feel is not acceptable anymore. Denying yourself happiness due to fear is not acceptable anymore. To deny yourself a future you desire because you're too comfortable in your current is not acceptable anymore. Life is your garden. If you don't grow where you want to be than you must also be willing to face facts that you will not progress. Unless you change your environment. You are not meant to grow in any condition.

I'm afraid if I tell you, "I love you" you'll walk away because you love me differently.

I'm trying my best not to breathe my love where it doesn't belong but you turned my way and I could no longer hold my breath.

I had realized from the start that loving someone like you would come with greater consequences and I was ready to pay for every single one. I was never ready to pay for the one though that involved you leaving me behind.

you grew flowers where holes were left in my chest.

perhaps the devil fell in love with a angel and has been fighting his way back to heaven all along.

you've always been this silly version of winter in my mind asking me all the time why I'm so cold when its always been obvious.

88 keys is the sound of love to me if I were to describe a sound so rare & true.

am i not enough for your attention to stay along with your heart? it seems to abandon your love when it becomes distracted. and while admire your curiosity. i can not help but to wish it would stay with me.