R. Y.S. Perez, I Hope You Fall In Love: Poetry Collection Quotes

You want to be there for me but an anxiety attack is a solitary activity.

I have this idea that writing is all about divergent thinking colliding with a hurricane of emotions.

...the hardest word to swallow is almost.

I wanted to say "don't leave me, " but I'm so tired of begging people to stay.

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

This is how you love: you do it in all the wrong ways, because that is the only way we know how.

I knew you didn't love me, but I dangerously adored you anyways.

The secret is love is a chaotic mess of every emotion we humans have given a name to.

And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.

I will show you all the ways in which you are easy to love.

You are enough, you are worth it, Worth every ballad, worth every word, every action.

This is how you explain how you feel: broken words and hard truths.

When words failed I realized there was something unspeakably beautiful in not being able to put words to your happiness.

I hope these simple things are what I forever love about life, for then I will be happy no matter where I find myself.

But, darling, I need you to know, you loving me will not heal me. Please realize, I already know that. And I do not expect it to.

It is funny how when you have been hurt in love and you fall in love again, every reason you have for loving that person is both enough and not, all at once.

I will never ask of you the impossible, I just ask you to love me in the best way you can.

I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.

Your beauty will be in shades of melanin and light.

I found there are many things women ask for in a love. Other women demand money, power, or adventure. All I pray for is that he is patient, and plead that he will love me.

Love no longer becomes a feeling - it becomes a storm.

Sleeping with books is a vicious affair, I do not believe it will ever stop.

He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.