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

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.

Her heart is heavy and ruined with hope.

Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.

I cannot lose you quietly. It will take blood and bone to pull you from my chest.

Do not hold back your love, your joy, and your exuberance. Only what you give becomes your quality, not what you hold back.

If all we have is now baby, that’s alright I have lived an entire lifetime at this moment with you.

The man who thinks hateful thoughts brings hatred upon himself. The man who thinks loving thoughts is loved.

We’re toxic to each other. And maybe that’s why we love each other.

Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

You look at me and cry everything hurts. I hold you and whisper but everything can heal.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Love me at my worst, and I will promise you to always put you first.