“I want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.”

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.

We are so much more than skin can hold.

Heartbreak is a brutal teacher.

Summer came and summer went and I never saw your eyes again.

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

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

I build a world inside you I shattered when you left and took it with you.

Truth- I am broken. Dare- Love me anyway.

Some days, all of it aches with beauty.  Others, it all just aches with you.

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