“I am just a star in the space of her memories.”

Even our shadows were made for each other.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

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

We live in a broken world full of broken people. But isn’t it comforting to know God isn’t ever broken? He isn’t ever caught off guard, taken by surprise, or shocked by what happens next.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

But people also leave when your love for them outgrows their love for themselves.

You didn’t break my heart, I did. It was the only way to let you out of it.