“I miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.”

Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.

You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.

And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.

Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.

If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.

I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.

Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”

And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.

And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.

Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.

And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

We are not responsible for what breaks us, but we can be responsible for what puts us back together again. Naming the hurt is how we begin to repair our broken parts.

We have hardship without becoming hard. We have heartbreaks without being broken.

One can learn to break the chains they’re bound by.

That feeling when you know you’re not meant to be together, but you’re not ready to let go.

If the days knew where you went it would not have become winter so soon, Nor the cold that freezes my hands would have tasted so much of longing for you.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

I came back to you without ever telling you where I’ve been you came back to me the same way you left.