“And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.”

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

Maybe an image is worth 1000 words, but some words are worth 10,000 tears.

Let me be the one who can mend your broken heart, save us from the trouble.

From the last tears of sorrow emerged the brand new love.

Heartbreak does not have to be a meaningless experience. For many, it is a spiritual catalyst – a pathway to awakening to ones deepest desires for love, purpose and connection.

She writes with an ache, its one that feels like you.

You grow stronger after heartbreak like the pouring rain nourishes trees, flowers, the earth, instead of making them drown. Like painful tears make your heart stronger after every drop.

Heartbreak does not have to be a meaningless experience. For many, it is a spiritual catalyst – a pathway to awakening to ones deepest desires for love, purpose and connection.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.