“I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.”

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

If you believe in what you are doing, then let nothing hold you up in your work.

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

It is your holy work, to deeply love, honor and respect the precious self that you are, the soul that only you hold.

Trust is the glue that holds an org together & the lubricant that moves it forward.

We must adjust to changing times and still hold to unchanging principles.

I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

I pity from the bottom of my heart any individual who is so unfortunate as to get into the habit of holding race prejudice, for nothing else makes one so blind and narrow.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.