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

Too many times I’ve reached into shallow wells searching for acceptance, and too many times my bucket has come empty.

All the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.

How is it that I can drink from your lips and still crave? More and more, and even more of you.

And love stopped being love when it began to feel like a trap, instead of freedom.

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

To be looked at and not found wanting – how beautiful to be enough.