“You touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.”

I knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.

All I really know is whatever the cost you’re worth it.

I spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)

My body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.

And again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.

I don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.

Of all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.

Maybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.

I swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.

What a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.

Just because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

Some days survival is all the living I can do.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

Teach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.

Somedays I wish we hadn’t met, and that this ache I could forget.

I remember so little that I can’t forget enough.

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.

I guess that is why no one would ever forget you. Because you carried the weight of your pain along with others.

Picked up the guitar, and within seconds everyone was on their feet. I’ll never forget this moment.

Dream about what you will become and forget about failures past. You don’t need a mantra, a false icon. Be improving always, until the very last.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.