“I fell in love like it was just another errand to run.”

I am the shore and you are the tide. We come together only to get pulled in opposite directions.

You’re good at telling me lies laced with honesty.

Dear love, I’m starting to wonder where you are. I’m starting to wonder if you’ll ever find me.

You took the light parts of me and turned them dark.

When our time expires my love for you won’t.

All I’ve ever wanted is to feel wanted by you.

I’ve learned to stop begging for love. At the wrong door.

Everyday healing has a different face. Sometimes familiar. Sometimes a stranger.

With you, I am everything I’ve ever been told I’m not.

Its better to walk into the fire than never feel the heat of the flames.

We both believed in love but one of us believed more than the other.

If you can learn to love yourself you’ll find a great company in your alone.

I am a paradox learning to be linear.

Please stop trying to make me the ghost of your past lover.

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

“What if” has me on a collared leash.

True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self; but the point is not only to get out – you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.

Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.