“I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.”

You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths i had tried to deny all my life.You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words i never meant anyone to read.

The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.

I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you couldn’t have.

Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.

I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.

I’m not sure if i’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when i look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.

I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.

There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.

I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.

I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!

You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.

A loss makes you humble. It tests the other batsmen and bowlers. Also, if you keep winning you don’t now what area you need to work on.

I lost most of my weight from breastfeeding and I encourage women to do it; It’s just so good for the baby and good for yourself.

We never repent of having eat too little.

The loss of tastes for poetry and music is a loss of happiness.

He who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind.

Good nutrition is at the core of my success.

There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.

He who possesses most must be most afraid of loss.