“He said ‘words are nothing but clumsy’-as he watched poetry fall from my lips.”

I wept that everything he made was pretty I forgot that I, too, was an art-the girl with a soft heart.

To be held safe in our vulnerabilities -isn’t that what we should call love?

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.

I live in fear go grieving you-please be the love that doesn’t leave.

While you’re posting pretty pictures I am writing love letters to you love & our priorities.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

He told me ‘I must be a story’ but for me-he always was.

You blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.

My sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.

You are the only one who lost -the rest stayed.

I am proud of the love I gave you it was laced in loyalty & light.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

You make the pain I make it art-the girl with the soft heart.

You can water a plant but it has to want to grow.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

Falling apart to fall together again.

When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.

I love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.

If a builder builds a house and the house falls and kills some one in the house the owners may kill the builder.

I fell in love, not with anything or anybody in particular but with everything.

Tastes and preferences change with time, But I fall in love with you daily.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

Let the weight fall all there is to do is be here at all.