“My sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.”

Root yourself in love.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

If I could tell him anything it would be that he was his strongest bravest & most powerful in his most vulnerable of moments -the healed will not hurt you.

I would have sat with you in the fire of any trauma how warm it must have felt to be met with a love like mine.

She stopped reading over the prologue she realized she had too many chapters left to write-moving on.

The fog is lifting I am healing- You don’t own my heart.

Nothing is healed in anger that was made in love -take the gloves off.

If you didn’t want her to scream so loud you shouldn’t have tried to strangle her voice -both love & violence are a choice.

He said ‘words are nothing but clumsy’-as he watched poetry fall from my lips.

I said I would heal with you-instead you burned my love.

He was so selfish that he refused her shelter from waves & winds all while claiming from his lighthouse that he loved her -he became the storm she needed saving from.

Sure she would drink & digress with you but i undressed your soul. He sank in the shallow end.

I became fluent in all their leaving i became in all the grieving.

I miss him whispers my mind he left you screams my heart.

Everything was hard & she kept going-we grow in our valleys.

He is the story I cannot finish he is the poem I’ll always miss.