“What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.”

I am messy when I am in pain.

I dream of all the places we never made it to.

There is something extraordinary in this space between our skin.

In another life, you kept your word, and forever’s still ours for the taking.

I am not proud of the things I did when I was hurting.

How can I be homesick for a life I haven’t lived?

You were a beautiful chapter, but not my last.

It was an adventure, wasn’t it? You and I.

Mortgages, marriage, and kids are not life’s only meaningful milestones.

She had a smile that took me to church every damn night.

How sad it is that you have become something I need to recover from.

Too many broken forevers and tired bones.

She gave me a feeling I knew I would spend the rest of my life chasing.

Some of my best and most glorious love stories are friendships.

I am so sick of missing what was never mine.

Our souls are old friends.

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

The moment you left, you took the beating right out of my heart with your last beat.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.

I am made of more; More than tears, more than heartache, More than all of this.

You may never appreciate how beautiful it is to love and be loved, until your hearts been broken.

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

There was this ache, to be, to be more than her realities and larger than her dreams.