“I loved you in pain and when I began to bleed I called it magic.”

I built bridges that never once led me back to you. I just didn’t realize you were the one breaking them.

I don’t know who I am anymore. And maybe that’s okay. What if, this time I can be someone who doesn’t believe in love anymore.

The best thing we built together was our end.

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

I could hear my heartbreak. And instead of screaming, I listened.

I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

You were never good at words. So I tried to learn silence.

This heaviness is too much for one soul.

I believe one of the most dangerous things in the world is living.

Despite the lack of colors, she was a work of art.

It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

The saddest song you’ll ever know is the one my heart plays for you.

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Change begins within each of us.

Well, when I was very young, maybe 12 years, I began to make investments.

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

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

When beauty resides within, you begin to see it in everything.

You left flowers on my bedside as if I were my tomb clumsy words that don’t begin to heal my wounds “I’m sorry” scrawled on a post-it.