“He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.””

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

That life you’re living – is it really yours?

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don’t mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

Missing you evolves daily like our love once did before we moved on.

I find you in storms, I feel you in the lightning, I miss you in rain.

Her existence made me feel drunk even when I was sober.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

You are the oxygen and I’m dying to breathe.

I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love with you.