There is a beautiful kindness in your eyes. A warm presence in your smile.

 Only those who carry the pain of the world, are allowed access to its beauty.

 True beauty cannot be bought, and that is why, it will forever be worshipped.

 They say I should be pretty, so I try to be beautiful, but it won’t make them love me any deeper.

 When you love someone, it is not the other who is beautiful or worthy, but you, yourself, for being capable of loving.

 What a fool you are, for keep proving your beauty. For the worthy, will discover it independently.

 To be here with you, to me, is beautiful.

 If you cannot see past my flaws, you will never meet my beauty.

 The way I love you is the beauty in this world.

 How familiar do the birds sound, what wonderful music they make. Their song is a song of beauty, a promise of infinity. They sing each day as if it is their last, yet their song remains unchanged over the years. What a privilege it is to sit with them in peace, to allow them to put my mind at ease.

 One is not indifferent, just guarded. One is not bad, just wounded.

 Everything may look the same, and yet, I am not.

 God made day and night, joy and sorrow, paradise and hell, man and woman. And without each counterpart, there will always be an imbalance.

 What is a hand of dirt to one, is a hand of gold to another.

 Every year I care less, how old I become or how others perceive me. For what I am cannot be measured. Not by years or opinions. Nor time and assumptions.

 There are so many. But are they like me, also?

 Those who are ambitious, are those who are loved too little.

 Perhaps you are just an excuse, an excuse for me to remain broken. A lie I tell myself every day, that prevents me to go further.

 What is true cannot be broken. Not by time and hollow words, nor by distances and empty goodbyes.

 It all seems so important, until it is important no more.

 Nothing is ever good enough, for those who are eager to judge.

 Never doubt your ability to achieve it, always question your desire to have it.

 Do not wake up merely to impress others.

 How can one be sure to want something, when the things you want back now, were also given as a surprise before?

 Everything you can see, I am not that.

 Not long ago I spoke your name every day, and out of nowhere, I stopped speaking about you at all. Such fools they all are, for assuming I have forgotten you. And for believing this mask, which I created to hide from the world, how much you meant to me from the start.

 I cannot talk, about the deepest content, of my heart.

 You cannot know, how much someone cares for you. Nor can you know, how much someone cares for you still.

 I thought I could play with you, but I cannot. I thought I could not care for you, but I cannot.

 I don’t want to wake again, without that restlessness and joy. I don’t want to live anymore, without any passion or hope.

 It was dark, and we were close. Although we did not speak much, that night belonged to us.

 The pain of the heart, is the deepest pain.

 I wanted to love you so completely, but you walked away from me, and did not recognize what I could give you.

 You made me see so clearly, by allowing my heart to break so severely.

 We always hide what hurts the most.

 One day, someone you love, will replace you, and break you.

 You should look into my eyes, if you want to see how pain looks like.

 They say you are so good, so generous, so worthy of praise. Yet, you made me believe that you cared for me, but still dropped me unapologetically.

 How could you break me, and tear open the wound, another caused before you?

 Since I bleed so severely, I must have loved you very deeply.

 It doesn’t matter anymore, what went through your mind, or how you said it. What matters only, is that you didn’t care enough to try.

 Do not come, if you are planning to leave. Do not let me hope, if you never want something real.

 Is it my turn to bleed?

 I do not want to live in a world, where love does not triumph. I do not want to be in a place, where loyalty is not valued.

 Do not withhold the world the love, that it withheld from you.

 Why be free, when love can imprison you?

 Let thoughts not poison your heart.

 My life could be so much richer, if I allowed the world to love me.

 A sincere embrace in the darkness, that’s what heaven feels like.

 I do not want to earn your love, through everything I have done, or through everywhere I have been. I just need you to see me, and love me for who I am.

 How much of the world must I behold, for me to see clearly, how there is nothing outside love?

 The way I love you, is like all of us should be loved. Recklessly and without thought.

 Why judge me for everything I am not, when you could love me for everything I am?

 I just hope my love for you means something to this world.

 Even after all these years of silence, I still ask others how you are. For I cared for you once, and will do so until I die.

 I was born amidst so much love, yet I seek it in those who cannot.

 But my love for you was an innocent one, for I would have been satisfied with your presence alone, knowing you cared for me too.

 And no matter where I go, I will always take my love for you with me, so I may be filled, no matter how alone.

 When they ask me about love, I tell them about you.

 I cared for you, despite your flaws. I prayed for you, despite your silence. I loved you, despite your indifference.

 Within you is a kindness, I long to meet. Within you is a love, I long to hold.

 There is kindness buried under your heaviness, and love underneath your pain.

 It is because I care that I act indifferent.

 Those who say that love is not enough, have obviously never loved.

 So many souls on this earth, yet only I loved you like everyone should.

 It is because I love that I behave so immature.

 That I touched you, and that you care for me still, means everything to me.

 I wanted to be perfect for you, not knowing you didn’t crave perfection, but my understanding, and my love.

You did great. You have risen so beautifully, you have overcome your pain so courageously. You have blossomed, so fearlessly.

It pains me so much to lose people, but I have yet to find the courage to show them.

You shouldn’t be ashamed of your strength, imagination and courage, and of your willingness to experience many things, unlike others.

Shall I go, and take this last risk? Am I brave enough, to jump, to let myself fall, not knowing if what lies beyond will be strong?

You left a wound, which will fester, and grow, until I finally have the courage, to let you go.

If an opportunity arises, I will not look away. Instead, I will grab it with both hands, with the full knowledge, I will excel.

Desire is always afraid, love is never.

I can hardly remember it, those sleepless nights, after we first met. It was as if a power greater than me consumed me, taking me to places where one does not wish to rest.

Fantasies of your touch never leave me, what kind of animal am I, to want to possess you completely?

Just when I said to myself: ‘I can live on my own.’ Another came to me and said: ‘Look at the feelings I can stir inside you.’ Once again I feel fear and excitement at the same time. How beautiful it is to be reminded of life.

You dream of paradise, but you must built it for yourself. And say to the world: ‘I have arrived.’

I wake every morning, so early and so disturbed, consumed by fantasies of being with you.

I want to see you, for if you were here, I would see you are not just a dream, but imperfect, just like me.

You were a dream, a fantasy, something I could never touch. Perhaps that is why I wanted you so much.

Perhaps I was drawn to you, because I felt, you dreamt big, like me.

And slowly, yet surely, you are turning into a memory to me. As if you were never real, and loving you was just a dream.

What was before, cannot be anymore. But sometimes I travel back in time, and act, as if the past is once again mine.

As I was your escape, you were mine. For we both wanted to flee, from this wicked game that is life.

Do not look at me, or ask me how I am. For tonight I will turn to God, and everything shall be alright.

Even in the dark, I praised you. During the longest nights, I still bowed before you.

Why do I keep loving the broken? ‘Because the broken need your love the most’, answered God.

Can I at least admit to God, that it still hurts?

Christian, Muslim, Hindu or Jew, when they speak of Him, I know they speak of the same.

And God whispered to me: ‘One day, I will deliver you, and take you away, to a place where obstacles no longer exist.’ And only this promise of delivery, of impermanence, makes we want to live.

We are all in search of God’s embrace.

Every single day, I wonder the same. Whether or not God can forgive me, for loving you despite the pain.

They look at me, as if I have never known pain. And they judge me, as if I have never fought to be at this place. But God knows the content of my heart, and how much I have suffered to write these words. And only He shall be my compass, no matter what they command.

I hope and pray, that despite my shortcomings and failures, God will allow me too, to know the joy of being loved by you.

If it is wrong of me, to remain true to you, I pray to be forgiven, for this misguided loyalty I cannot undo.

At night I look up to the stars, and whisper to God, how He will forever be enough.

I turned to you when I was in great need, and in my despair, you reached out your hand to me, which I will never forget.

I will never forget how you came to my aid when I needed you most. And forever will I remember, how your power proved everyone wrong.

I thought my life was over, but God whispered to me: ‘It is not, and I will take you further.’

The movement of the clouds reminds me of the constant effort of God.

When I wake in the middle of the night, fear hits me like an unexpected arrow, very deeply into my unprotected body. I feel violated, alone.. For when I lay in bed, I do not wear my mask to shield me from this world. I wonder who I am, where I am, and what I am doing. And to not know these answers is overwhelming in the darkness, as if my whole life could just be swallowed in an instance.

I wish time would stop, so the moment, in which I have to tell you, I am not strong enough, never comes.

Only out of fear of the unknown, would I choose what is wrong.

She looked at me, saw how afraid I was, and told me: ‘This is not who you are.’

You may do anything, but you may not live in fear.

I want to feel that innocence again, that silent hope that shines bright during the night, that joy that secretly lights up your life.

Perhaps it hurts today, and I am sure it will hurt tomorrow. But there will come a day, everything will be blown over.

Your time will come, and some day soon, love shall come, to embrace you too.

Wherever there is hope, darkness cannot survive.

To hope, in times of darkness, is to love God, without seeing.

We are not bad, just wounded.

Every time I looked into your eyes, I wanted your pain to be mine.

I choose pain over indifference, a thousand times.

I hide myself, hoping to shield myself against pain. Not realizing, that no facade, no matter how convincing, can protect one against harm.

Do not look at me, as if life has not pained me.

Because you have the power to pain me, I have turned away from you. For like you, I am a coward too.

And I always wonder, if others can see the pain in my eyes.

I was not born to lie low. I was born to create, to give joy.

Forgive yourself, for allowing bad treatment. For it is not your kindness that should be judged, but their wicked behaviour.

You said you did not like it, but what a compliment still, that you recognized my depth inside.

Look at all the pain you have healed. Look at all the struggles you have survived. Look how far you have come. You should not wait or cry for anyone.

You didn’t came to love me, so I learned to love myself.

Insult me, leave me, but never again, someone shall break me.

Until you choose for me, deliberately and wholeheartedly, there is nothing you can be to me.

If my fear is true, and I really mean nothing to you, it is I who has won the most, by separating from you.

I gave you the power over my joy, but I have come to claim it back, for it is no longer yours to hold.

I am not who you think I am, and worth more than your opinion. I cannot be measured by your gaze, or defined by whatever you hear others say.

When I feel the need to prove my worth, there is no reason for me to stay.

Don’t look at me and tell me I deserve less than the best.

When we are both gone, my soul will embrace yours, apologizing I couldn’t love you before.

You think it were all those beautiful sights that filled my soul, yet it were only your eyes, that lifted me to another realm.

You say I linger in the dark, and that no light could penetrate my walls. But you do not know I remain there by choice, with the sole desire to meet my own soul.

Do not look at me, search for me, or ask me how I am. For you are not entitled to know, how much damage you have brought to my soul.

What am I, but a soul, longing to feel whole?

It is not my ego, but my soul, that craves to hear, that you cared too. For I need to know, there is more to life, than what it seems.

Even when your body grows old, I will never stop loving your soul the most.

Come closer, so you can see my flaws more clearly. Come closer, so you may meet my broken but beautiful soul.

There are still so many, who would crave for my soul. But it is you I wanted to love, despite it all.

Kind souls always roam alone.

Warmth. Light. A morning breeze. Countless waves. Walking in the heat. Hiding in the shade. Seeing the sun go down. Witnessing the sky turn dark. Rain. Thunder. Raw and noisy. Silence. Relief. Bright stars. A shimmering moon above. Looking up, knowing God.

What if the sky never turns blue again?

We all gaze at the stars at night, hoping that somehow, somewhere, someone who loves us looks back at us.

‘Promise me you shine everywhere.’ I whispered to the moon.

One day you will wake up, and realize I wasn’t a stone, but a rare diamond, impossible to find again.

How I crave for that vastness, that magnitude, which makes my own life seem so small.

At least we sleep under the same sky, you and I.

My mind and soul are like the sea, deep, powerful and forever changing from course.

I can remember that night, that night so full with joy, Yet, so far away from you. I laughed and smiled, but couldn’t help myself to look at the moon. All the voices around me suddenly stopped, and only it’s white splendor was visible in my eyes. I wondered if you were perhaps also laughing somewhere, and if that light which illuminates the whole world, would made you remember me too.

If there was no such thing, as time and distance, or outer forms, would you search for me throughout space, hoping to shine side by side?

In the end, what is life, if not a series of events, like the seasons. Summer, autumn, winter, spring – we all find ourselves in one of them eventually. Yesterday I was still in winter, but the thought of having your love, brought me straight to spring.

Like the rain pours from the sky, that is how my heart cried after we said our final goodbye.

You saw me drowning, Yet, you were not willing to bring me back to shore. I thought you loved me, but when the moment came, you did not care whether I lived or died.

Every time you see the moon, do you hope I look at it too?

I envy the sun, the moon, and all the stars, For they can gaze upon you whenever they desire.

I wanted you too soon, not knowing the moon needs time to become full.

If I am the shore, you are the waves, constantly pulling back and forth.

We met when the leaves fell in autumn, and broke in the dark days of winter. But spring gave new life to our love, until the bright sun of summer made it eternal.

If you wonder, why I keep rising, after setback. I will tell you, I am polished by hardship, and made perfect by resilience.

Strength does not always equal perseverance. Sometimes it is strong to walk away, and to have the courage to start all over again.

The strong have no one to depend on.

Are you strong enough to be vulnerable?

They don’t have to know how badly my heart has been broken, how often I have cried myself to sleep, nor how I died without anyone else knowing.

You will never make me turn hard.

You didn’t came when I needed you most, and now I wonder, do I even need you at all?

I won’t allow you to make me feel angry and afraid. I won’t allow you to turn my loving eyes go blind with hatred.

I will not crawl, so you may walk. I will not bow, so you may talk.