“Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.”

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I was patient but your love was never kind.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

The more that I learn I have found poetry to be less about love and more about survival.

I didn’t look to many for love I only ever wanted yours.

To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.

He wraps me in seduction by penetrating my mind.

How can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.

She’s the type of woman who will nurture your every need. The kind that once you enter you will never want to leave.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.