“I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.”

Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.

Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.

When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!

Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.

I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.

I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.

In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.

I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.

To me there was only ever you!

I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.

Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.

And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

If you’re still drawing breath, God’s not done with you yet. Don’t quit. Be brave and believe God is for you.

If you should encounter angry or unkind actions today, take a deep breath, reach deep within and greet the lack of love with love.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

You cannot cheat success! Gotta work for it! You gotta breathe it! Sleep it! Eat it!

When you want this thing as bad as you want to breathe! That’s when you find a way!

You have to want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe!