My life is like a tetris game. I win some. I lose some. Rows are taken out from under me. I sometimes go onto the next level. And even sometimes I get a bonus...And then lose.

There are two kinds of poets: those who have lost all and those who have lost nothing. But the real tragedy is for the poet who lives in both worlds. One cannot really comprehend the burden of poetic words unless they, themself dwell in both worlds.

They say don't judge a book by its cover, but what happens if the pages speak for themself?

True love exists. You just hae to be strong enough to embrace it, and weak enough to let it embrace you.

He wasn't the perfect love, but we loved perfectly.

It is easier to hate someone for having something you want, than hating yourself for not having it.

Take these tears and put them on the pedastal you built for me.
Can perfection cry, you ask.
This trophy does.

You were meant for heartbreak and sorrow...And than eternal happiness.

You were meant for heartbreak and sorrow...And than eternal happiness.

You don't pay attention to what you have. It's only when it's gone that you notice.