“Clasp me in your warm embrace, let me feel the love your eyes so boldly promise.”

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.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

Walls and brick have never felt like home, the way your gentle bones do.

I want to lay down spread out and be the one to fill all the spaces empty – and occupied by her.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

You were consumed in running away from yourself, and I was just another way for you to get lost.