The Truth About Magic

by Atticus Poetry

She fell for the idea of him and ideas were dangerous things to love.

We just want the world to love the little monsters that we are.

One of those forever kinds of friends where anything can happen and nothing will change— they just always are and forever will be.

We were all born to live born to love millions of years perfecting the art of it, and yet still, somehow, it comes so unnaturally to most of us.

I love you he said to the end of all things and on— and she smiled soaking in the infiniteness of it all.

Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to you than the person everybody else sees a person hidden deep within the very fabric of your soul— you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you and wake within yourself that great giant you already know you can be.

Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost. —Morgan Rhodes

LOVE WAITS FOR ALL OF US QUIETLY IN THAT PLACE WHERE NO ONE IS LOOKING.

All she wanted was that cozy love the kind that felt like hot chocolate, rainstorms or wood fires in small houses hard to describe but you know it when you got it.

All I wish is for you to one day love you the way I do.

True love happens at the edge of all things a lavender place between wake & sleep.

When I first met you I remembered you from a hundred different dreams and there you were for me to love all over again for the very first time.

What a grand and beautiful force the immense and wildly unappreciated power of human touch.

The simplest truth is that we fall in love with the way someone makes us feel or doesn’t and that’s pretty well the all of it.

In the right love we will discover new love for ourselves.

There’s something magic about airports it’s like standing in a room with a thousand doors.

The art to traveling is uncovering the hidden treasures a country didn’t know they hid.

She wasn’t looking for the perfect person she was looking for someone to catch her imagination and remind her what she was looking for.

Wine so delicately pulls from us all the stories we hadn’t planned to tell.

Travel and love are worth the sacrifice for a life without them is a life unexplored.

You’ll never hear the old man say that he wished he didn’t see the world and had more money when he died.

Let’s stop pretending to be so perfect for the world and get on with finding out if we can be so perfect for each other.

CHANCES ARE YOU ARE SOMEONE’S GIRL NEXT DOOR.

I’ll forever kiss you in public places people can hate it if they like I don’t mind I’d still rather the kisses.

She was just another fool in love with cities, boys

Cheer up, beautiful you’ll be in love again and probably sooner than you’re ready.

I feel in every girl there lives a wild pixie, that if let go,

would run and dance in grassy fields until the end of the world— and when that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but she’s always there, peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, waiting to one day dance again.

you are that rose, forever to me.

“When do I know if I really love her?” asked the boy and the old man smiled, “When it’s no longer a question.”

Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people you’re worth loving.

No life isn’t that bad just today today sucks today’s the f*king worst but probably not tomorrow or even the next day yeah, the next day might be f*king sweet.

When given a choice between you and them choose you. It’s better to be whole and alone than broken at their feet.

Death is only dangerous to the unlived life.

Don’t hide from heartbreak for it will show you more truth than a thousand happy days live in it, soak in it and let it evolve you into your next and greater form.

Sometimes, it’s the ones that seem to love themselves the most that actually love themselves the least.

You think you are alone but you’re not we are here and a million others too all scared all confused all worried it might never change but here is the big secret the one they don’t tell you you’re doing it right just by living, and everything

will be okay.

We are much more useful to the world in forgiving ourselves than hating ourselves.

We humans are flowers bloomed only to die. But we are beautiful still in the gardens that we’ve made.

I hold my breath for love or death or whichever comes sooner.