“He reminds me of the shadow between silences.”

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Living is not living when I am living without you.

Hope lingers like a moon.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

The Jews are the living embodiment of the minority, the constant reminder of what duties societies owe their minorities, whoever they might be.

But heart break reminds me that I forgot how it felt to be in love.

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.