“The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.”

I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

It’s noon and I miss you just as much as I will by midnight.

He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Thinkin bout the days we use to be.

It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.

I wish to exist in the spaces of your heart where no one else has ever been.

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.