“I was patient but your love was never kind.”

I wish I knew then all of the things I know now that I am enough.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

The more that I learn I have found poetry to be less about love and more about survival.

I didn’t look to many for love I only ever wanted yours.

To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.