“Love is a mix tape, a blend of lovers part of the same romance. – the romance is you.”

I have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.

The trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I remember many songs of september but mostly I remember hers.

Imagine her to be more then just – a dream.

I still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.

Well it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.

There is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.

The depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.

Quite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.

Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.

How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.

One can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.

Sometimes we send out our signals and then the universe responds. -recovering the satellites.

Broken before catching – a break.

We’ve already been through some of our worst – thinking there never was.

And I’ll never try to figure you out; You aren’t a puzzle to be solved and set aside.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

I will never again give someone half of me when they weren’t even worthy of a piece.

Your love insists I keep breathing.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

As a child, I loved playing hide & seek, but now it seems like I’ve been lost for a long, & no one is looking for me.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

I’ve been busy making homes out of people When I should have been busy making a home out of me.