“We are made of all those who have built and broken us.”
— Atticus Poetry“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”
— Atticus Poetry“I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.”
— Atticus Poetry“There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.”
— Atticus Poetry“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.”
— Atticus Poetry“Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.”
— Atticus Poetry“It was her chaos that made her beautiful. ”
— Atticus Poetry“Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.”
— Atticus Poetry“She wore the moonlight like lingerie. ”
— Atticus Poetry“I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.”
— Atticus Poetry“What good are wings without the courage to fly?”
— Atticus Poetry“From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.”
— Atticus Poetry“That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.”
— Atticus Poetry“Chase your stars fool, life is short. ”
— Atticus Poetry“I worry there is something broken in our generation,there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.”
— Atticus Poetry“It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.”
— Atticus Poetry“I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.”
— Atticus Poetry“I just need you and some sunsets. ”
— Atticus Poetry“She walkedthrough her lifeheavyfrom themighty wingsupon her back.”
— Atticus Poetry“True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.”
— Atticus Poetry“I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.”
— Atticus Poetry“My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. ”
— Atticus Poetry“We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.”
— Atticus Poetry