“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.”

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.

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

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

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.

At some point all lies are brought to the surface and truth comes forth no matter how hard we try to hide it.

There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.

You can’t find peace by hiding from life.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.

It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, – No night but hath its morn.

Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.