“I’ve only ever wanted to be new.”

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.

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

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

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.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.

Truth is simple, but Illusion makes it infinitely intricate. The person is rare who possesses an insatiable longing for Truth; the rest allow Illusion to bind them ever more and more.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.

A love forged from nostalgia is one left longing for more.

I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body

I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done.

The longing for what should have been is what breaks my heart, over again.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.