“You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.”

You are whole and complete all on your own everything you need is within you peel away the layers come home.

My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.

Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.

Listen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.

Friendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.

I want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.

All this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it —in poetry.

I remind myself what I desire in another is myself undiscovered.

Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.

I am both mud and lotus but, my love you only see the mud.

Our lives are now changed forced anew we start again it’s all we can do.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

Being an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.

My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.

The surface of American society is covered with a layer of democratic paint, but from time to time one can see the old aristocratic colours breaking through.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

We built futures I’ll never get to visit. But I still have to watch them crumble.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.