“Sticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.”

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.

Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.

Forever dreaming of a faraway place, where the sun melts my sorrows and blows kisses on my face.

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

All smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media

I wrapped my heart in steel, but you still managed to break it.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

Part of growing up is letting certain things & people go no matter how much you love them.

I pencil you in my heart to erase you out when the loving gets hard.

Just because someone loves you in the past doesn’t mean you need to keep it forever.

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.

We have to either let go or suffer, because everything will eventually cease. And just because we love something, doesn’t mean it takes us with it.

I don’t need that last conversation. I don’t need to understand what went wrong. Your silence explained enough.