“I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?”

To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.

I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.

Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.

I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.

Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.

Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.

And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.

I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.

You demanded silence and I became sonorous.

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.

Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.

In the beginning, yes I did go back… (but) I learned that if it’s continued abusive, you just can’t stay there. When guys are young, they make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, but, if they do it more than once, then it’s definitely a habit

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.

This love is a game and, darling, the truth is we’ll both lose in the end.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I build a world inside you I shattered when you left and took it with you.

In a final Act of self preservation, I cut you out of my life.

Truth- I am broken. Dare- Love me anyway.

Maybe the universe breaks people in different ways so they fit when they are together.