Tyler Kent White Quotes

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

I promise if you keep searching for everything beautiful in this world, you will eventually become it.

Tell me about the oceans and how they've changed in you. About lemongrass and the summer storms coming in off your shoreline. About the waters that have carved canyons in your bones.

Please understand, I am aware that I am calloused, worn, and rusted in all the parts of me that used to shine, but I still care. My God, I care. And I am trying.

When the lights turn low I just want to know that the glow you possess will be enough to guide me home.

Tell me about your first breath of foreign air, about the history that filled your lungs. Tell me about the memories you made in languages you can't even begin to understand.

I am thankful for the sunrise and every sunset for the safety nets that catch my falls from grace for the family friends and gentle eyed strangers that pick me up and place me at elevations I have never deserved but mostly just for you and the soft smiles you bring when I cannot find them on my own.

I know I have a heart it aches every night I whisper your name and reach for you in the empty sheets laying beside me.

You are all the poetry I have written all the words I know I've heard

Funny how my heart races funny how my breathing paces funny with just soft whispers in a sea of strangers we make love without ever touching two breathless bodies in a crowded room

You are a world unto yourself just waiting to be formed.

Tell me about the rains that washed and wore you down. About the travels you took to find yourself and how you left a part of you in every place, yet somehow always came back more complete.

May the sweet scent hidden in these sheets always belong to you and the first breath pulled from my chest carry your name.

I have been waiting for the devil living inside of me to stop making love to all the ghosts you left behind.

I can't say I know the burdens you bear the struggles you face or the fights you have fought in learning to love yourself I do not have the answers the solutions or remedies you may be searching for but I do have something and though it's just one thing I will give you all that I can and through my kindness I hope you will start to see that you alone have always been and you alone will always be just that, enough. for everyone. for everything.

I opened a wound in the earth to tuck you away and as the soil filled around you covering the last of my dreams I asked the roots and the rocks and the oceans and the sea to collapse around me so I could lay by your side one last time.

This is not a poem - this is an apology for all the times I lobbed left hooks into your skin in hopes I would never lose hold of you again.

One day I will kiss you kiss you with lips that understand kiss you with lips that can better explain that can speak in so many languages they will know how to say I love you in ways you never heard in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before

I have spent the better part of 26 years shaking the sound from my rattle coin ribs in hopes that the silence will mean more to you than the empty words I have given away far too freely.

He will come with a mouth full of forevers and skin as sweet as spring time. He will kiss the places that hurt and will tell you the scars are beautiful. He will cover every inch of you in words he's learned and dress you in the colors of every season and he will not be the one. He will feel like a hurricane and you'll wonder how you will ever recover and rebuild. But you will. You always will. And you'll realize he is not the one.

I hope you still taste like my name when the next man kisses you that he hears it echo down his throat and crawl across his skin I hope he knows that you were mine that you had forevers on your lips that were only meant for me I hope he feels small, mismatched when he takes hold of your hand that his fingers never fill the void my own have left behind and when he lays by your side and whispers that he loves you I hope my voice echoes back louder through all the canyons I spent nights and mornings carving in your sheets.

The love we were promised in fairy tales was never something for us to find.... It has always been something for us to create.

I often wonder what type of evolution has occurred inside the minds of those our society has cast aside because they couldn't afford a degree that gave them the right to speak or because we decided their special needs meant that their value was decreased I hope I am never like the rest of them the ones who have become so wealthy the only ideas they can afford are their own.

My orphan bones are stretched thin through wasp limbs that now seem woefully inadequate to support all the pressures I have placed upon them. There are only so many nights I can confide in strangers before they all begin to wear their apologies the same.

one day you are going to fall in love and instead of breaking like before you'll find you fit perfectly into all the fractured parts and rusted worn-out spots you'll realize you are more beautiful than you ever could have dreamed more stunning than you ever imagined you see little love the universe always knew just how flawless you would become when you finally took the time to fall in love with yourself

as with any good fairytale there are moments when everything seems lost and there's no possible solution that brings the lovers together again so please remember, my little love, that while we may have our ups and downs tears of laughter and bouts of heartache the real beauty of 'I do' of this fairytale the one where every chapter begins 'me and you' is that Happily Ever After is not where our story ends but rather it is where our life together begins