“My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.”

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were – one. I was closer to you than anyone – ever. So tightly bound. You breathed for me and I lived in you.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

The shelter is where I am when I am with myself.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

My heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

Authenticity feels like the glue that has put me back together I feel whole and aligned in every word.

Release the person’s place thought-feeling.

I will always meet you with kindness.

I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.

You took my heart, hope, love, and trust when you left but you gave me good poetry.

You are whole and complete all on your own everything you need is within you peel away the layers come home.

My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.

The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?

All this time I have been masquerading as a soul complete.

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

She wore courage to cover her melancholy, Dear Heart, What is this tragedy?

If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.

And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.