You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
M.K. STANDBYYou broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
M.K. STANDBYThe rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
M.K. STANDBYPeace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
M.K. STANDBYJust tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
M.K. STANDBYLies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
M.K. STANDBYAnd when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
M.K. STANDBYA collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYA fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
M.K. STANDBYIt started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
M.K. STANDBYHer body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
M.K. STANDBYYour kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
M.K. STANDBYIn the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
M.K. STANDBYIn the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
M.K. STANDBYWe didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
M.K. STANDBYPainting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
M.K. STANDBY