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

Can someone tell the birds she’s gone. They’re still singing for her and it’s breaking what’s left of my heart.

You were an ocean and I never did learn to breathe underwater.

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.

The God of all consolation, who heals the broken hearts and takes care of the wounds, hear our prayer:

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Those who suffer most cry out the least.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Those who suffer most cry out the least.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just exist as an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever, lost.  

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.