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

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.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

And still, she longs for love, when all she knows of it, is how much it scars.

Clasp me in your warm embrace, let me feel the love your eyes so boldly promise.

Hold me even closer than your shadow holds the dark; leave me in no doubt your arms are home.

I am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.

The light of your love touches me in the hidden depths of my lonely soul. And I know beyond a single doubt, I am safe within your hold.

His skin sparkles like beach sand his eyes dancing endlessly with the sun for when his light embraced my darkness, I then understood why people prefer summer over winter.

I was lost in those sunsets in your eyes and when I was finally found, I was sunshine myself. -The person you made me.

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

Nothing in the visual field allows you to infer that it is seen by an eye.