“We built futures I’ll never get to visit. But I still have to watch them crumble.”

I didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.

What if love just isn’t enough.

I can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.

Maybe the universe breaks people in different ways so they fit when they are together.

What a terrifying thing it is to heal.

The embers of us no longer keep me warm. But they still set fire to everything they touch.

Some days, all of it aches with beauty.  Others, it all just aches with you.

To survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

You are more than the things that have hurt you.

Of course, you don’t know how to love me. I’ve never known how to do that, either.

She lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.

I miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.

These days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.

Love is a child with a gun in her hand.

We live in a broken world full of broken people. But isn’t it comforting to know God isn’t ever broken? He isn’t ever caught off guard, taken by surprise, or shocked by what happens next.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

But people also leave when your love for them outgrows their love for themselves.

You didn’t break my heart, I did. It was the only way to let you out of it.

Stand up to an obstacle. Just stand up to it, that’s all, and don’t give way under it, and it will finally break. You will break it. Something has to break, and it won’t be you, it will be the obstacle.

Life isn’t trying to break you down. It’s trying to break you open.

My heart has never been broken, I’ve never broken anyone else’s.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.