“Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.”

Creativity is born from you.

I say five more minutes but what I really mean is never leave me.

Remember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.

We may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.

Don’t shame a woman for speaking her truth because it should be universal.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.

Longing made a home in my body.

A year ago we battled atoms to see each other – spaced apart but still so close together in heart.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

The stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.

Our love is that light up every room star.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.

Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

So pleasurable to live for yourself, not for others.

The curse turned to grace when the hurt turned to faith.

Words could paint pictures.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.