Lessons In Love

Speaking the words of my heart.

As you grow up you will learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back. Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.



I’ve never been big on making a resolution for the sake of it being January 1st. I don’t like forcing myself to make a change on a given day every year. All year round I reflect on the person that I am and the person that I want to be, and I set goals and make changes when necessary. Thats why it’s January 4th, and I’m in my bed scrolling through Facebook. My “resolution” came to me without the pressure of thinking of a new year’s resolution. My heart had the freedom to feel, and to speak up when it wanted to, not when it had to.

It told me to love myself more. To give myself credit when credit is due. To believe in my dreams, and to work persistently to reach them. To let go of my losses and defeats, and to hold onto my gains and successes tighter. To wake up and look in the mirror and have confidence in my inner and outer self. To know what I have to offer the world, and to jump at opportunities that the world offers me. To be proud of who I am. To have faith in the decisions that I make. To live more in the moment, and to have hope in the future.

Thank you for being my first love.

Lovers love


Why do we so often compare our previous relationships to our current one? Our ex-lovers to our lover? Shouldn’t we be looking for ways they are different? The similarities that we draw are illusions, and we are just fooling ourselves. No two people are the same. No two relationship is the same. So stop comparing them. Make new love, and leave old love behind.

Starry Eyed


I wish I was better at handling loss.

I wish I could accept that people die like flowers

and that lovers move on like the wind.

But I can’t. Because I feel. 

I feel with all of the stars in the sky.

And even the stars fall sometimes.




To write is to give weight to a thin line,

And warmth to a cold room.

A blank page has the potential of a new-born baby or a seed.

To become something or nothing.

Its fate in the hands of its mother.

Who folds its corners and crumples its body.

Who drowns its roots and rips it out,

Like a wilted sunflower.

I wonder

if I’ll ever read a poem and not think about you.