“I push through the shadows to find you, immerse me in the light of your soul.”

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

This heaviness inside my bones tells me, I still carry the weight of loving you.

And all I wish is that your happiness would reach beneath the surface of your skin, grow deep roots, and bloom.

Tears like flame slide down my skin, they burn like the memory of you.

I constantly wonder if I’m enough, do you? Tell me I’m not alone in my insufficiency.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.

I want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

You were consumed in running away from yourself, and I was just another way for you to get lost.

Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value.

To everybody here’s looking at all the colours of light. May your happiness be in all shades, vibrancy & madness of these colours.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.

In my house there’s this light switch that doesn’t do anything. Every so often, I would flick it on and off just to check. Yesterday, I got a call from a woman in Germany. She said ‘cut it out’

To be the shadow for a moment, to remind the light that it’s real.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.