Daisuru

“Dear . . .
You’re the poem I couldn’t finish
The journey I should have never started
I saw tragedy in our ending
My pen bled its heart out trying to change it
But you were the fight I didn’t want to lose
The addiction I didn’t want to quit
Yet there was only one of us holding on
I wasn’t attached to the man you are
But the one you could be
I tried to build where there was no foundation
Create a fairy tale on blank pages
But some stories need not be told, let alone written
You’ll read my words and won’t be moved
Your arrogance will not soften
You won’t be changed
Your heart, if you should have one,
will not bend or break
The worst part of it all
Is this poem is about you
and you’ll never even know it”
― Samantha King

“I write because you exist.”
― Michael Faudet

“I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.”
― Lang Leav, The Universe of Us

“The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you're in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.”
― Beau Taplin