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

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.

Even heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.

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

I surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a  growing thing, too.

To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.

I have no idea how I made it this far without you.

The answer is you. I forget the question.

You touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.

Losing her was plenty.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

I don’t play with a lot of finesse. I usually play like I’m breaking out of jail!

Sometimes, the people we invest the most time in disappoint us the most.

If it ain’t broke, you can probably still fix it.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

I’ve never had a good line. Well, maybe ‘I must break you’.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind. Too often, our world is divisive and cruel where it needs to be uniting and loving.