“The breaking of my heart always did sound like the crack of lightening.”

I’ll wish for your love even after the stars fall out of the sky.

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.

Kissing you felt like poetry.

Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.

Secrets secrets secrets so many but none with you.

I wish to pass like time to fall away like yesterdays.

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.

I’ve come to love these moments of sunshine with you.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

I’m hurting because I can hear your heartbreaking from two rooms over.

Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

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

I want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.

The moment you left, you took the beating right out of my heart with your last beat.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.