“Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.”

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

I am more than this skin I am in, And once you see that, we all win.

You were the flame that ignited in the presence of my air, But that didn’t mean our fire wouldn’t starve in the cold of our reality.

In the end, I closed our book and never dared to read it again.

If i could spin around your axis just one last time, That sunrise and sunset would be enough of a forever to satisfy me.

In my head i built a ladder, to reach the moon and stars, with you.

I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that life pulls you towards people who blend, with different shades of you, as you evolve.

Know that in your darkness, there is light beaming beneath the door. Giving you hope for what’s on the other side.

She’s strong like whiskey, but soft like wine.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost.

Mother, I want to die this world is too cruel and I am too fragile.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

Success is unpredictable and fragile.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

he made me raw & fragile & reminded me of all the things I had not healed