“All you won was the trauma of people who didn’t deserve it.”

How can there be a relationship if one of us became a shadow of our former self?

Every hand i ever held caused me more pain than words can ever tell.

Sadness is great, the parting is a pain, yet in this pain lives the promise of reunion.

In every storm you were the lighthouse, the direction in which to swim. so i grew strong a good swimmer and made it to your rocky shores.

It takes a lot of healing to feel a spark again.

The thoughts of you have become stronger over the years and so at times i have pushed them back, sought even to extinguish them

I’m your spark and you are mine.

Foolish if i trust one who has already shown themselves untrustworthy.

My sadness is that you broke your promise.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don’t deserve to eat garlic.

She had it all, brains and body and the ability to tell me to go to hell whenever I deserved it. Love, at its finest.

My generation, and those coming after, are the future. We deserve to be fought for. We deserve climate justice, social justice and equity.

You deserve somebody who knows why you’re rare.

You deserve the greatest love.

You deserve words that remind you of your value.

You deserve a good man. Who tells you he cares. Who listens when you speak. Who chooses you above the rest.