“This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.”

This brown body is not an explosion- it is light and honey.

Your heartbeat is a holy thing.

How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?

I want to be something to pray for but I don’t know how to be.

And what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?

This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.

I don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.

Seek refuge in the space between my bones.

Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.

There is a calmness in not knowing.

Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.

If you constantly beat yourself up with negative thoughts, you will either beat up on the people around you- verbally, emotionally, or physically- or you will beat up on yourself by destroying some area of your own life.

Stand firm and immovable as an anvil when it is beaten upon.

You can beat me up, but don’t touch my hair, I will kill you!

Beaten, but still beating. – The Hearts a Champion.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

I’ve learned to not beat myself up about needing relaxation. To not stress about exercise and doing stuff. It’s important to counterbalance yourself.

Hard work beats everything.