Quotes from Christopher Poindexter

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

I admit, I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others. She was the ocean and i was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.

I closed my eyes softly and fell in love with the way I remembered you: body, soul, and all.

I read her eyes like paragraphs and her tears like chapters for she didn't have much to say with words, but rather, silence. And never let them tell you that silence, isn't beautiful. For silence is what happens when words fall asleep and you must carry the belief that one day they will wake up inside of you.

I stood alone beneath the stars and shouted to the heavens at the top of my lungs and what was so beautiful was the way the stars shined when the sky swallowed your name.

I think we are and will always be lonely people in a lonely world under lonely stars. We can never starve our loneliness. We can only hope that by the company of others, it doesn't devour us.

She wiped the black spilling from her eyelashes onto her cheek, and in that moment, I wanted, I needed, for magic to exist. I wanted to peel back her lonely skin and feel her sadness stare straight into the blue inside my eyes. I wanted and I needed it to know, that I, I loved her too, and my god I, I would fight for her.

Our minds are full of things our hearts do not understand and that my love, is why the world is filled with so much chaos.

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.