• In Tune

There’s something unusual about us. Something deeply spiritual. The way we fall into one another so naturally like our love was carved of the earth. There are star systems bursting at our fingertips when we touch. We are in tune. Our hearts croon the same old song. The universe planned for us. I know it. I know it.

• Stay

Stay. I know it’s probably the wrong thing to do. You and I have gone dark. We are dead in the water. And all we seem to do anymore is dream up new ways to hurt each other. Look, I’m under no illusions. I know this is the end of the line for us. The damage has been done. We have fallen too far. But for a few more moments, do you think we could just forget all that? Do you think we could dim the lights a little and just lie here together? We have the rest of our lives to go our separate ways, misplace each other’s names, and become strangers again. Stay here for tonight. Let’s be messy and careless. Tomorrow is another day, let’s worry about it then. Curl up into our love. Hit pause on this awfulness. Stay, won’t you? Just awhile longer.

• Memory Deleted

The sorry thing about loss is it’s not the pain that beats me but the fear the pain will pass. That sooner or later I will pull myself together and move on. That’s the killing blow. To know that someday, no matter how hard I fight it, I will forget how it felt to love you.

• Truth

When it comes to relationships, I have only one rule: give me truth, however cold or cruel or hard it is to hear. I would rather have my heart broken, if it means I can then release the hurt and move on, than waste a single moment of my time being fooled by a lie intended to preserve my feelings.

• The Greatest Weight

And in that moment I swore that nothing in this universe could be so heavy as the absence of the person you love.

• Wild Ocean

She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land, or the wild freedom of the ocean.

• The Best in Me

You bring out the best in me. I don’t mean better manners, or a sense of maturity, or whatever else this tired world expects of me. I mean you make me want to climb roofs, run wild and act inappro- priately, take risks and pursue my dreams with passion and integrity. Around you, I start living.

• Fallback

My heart does not have a fallback, no plan B or fail-safe,

it’s you or no one else.

• One Fraction of a Moment

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.

• Distance

You don’t know distance until you’ve shared your bed with someone who’s falling out of love with you.

• Professionals

Perhaps the two of us had become so good at leaving

once we had found something worth keeping

we did not know how to stay.

• I want you, desperately, whether we are a match made in heaven or a beautiful disaster just waiting to happen.
• Forgiveness

I forgive you, not for you but for me. Because, like chains shackling me to the past, I will no longer pollute my heart with bitterness, fear, distrust, or anger. I forgive you because hate is just another way of holding on, and you don’t belong here anymore.

• I want you to have all of my secrets

and all of my demons, because you especially deserve all the parts of me I’m usually too afraid to share. (My Demons)

• And You

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appears when you are miles away from the city, bars after 2am, a bed of roses in bloom, all the things we do not yet know about the universe, and you.

• The promise of a place to come home to for as long as you are here in

the world. (The Promise I)

• A Prayer

I hope to God I feel again

what I have felt for you.

• Ticking Clock

Sure, things didn’t work out the way I had hoped. Maybe I thought we’d get married, have a couple of kids, build ourselves a little house with a fireplace in the hills. But then, what does that really matter? You are the love of my life. I never needed us to last a lifetime to know that.

• The Slow Death

I sense that I am slowly letting go. That I’m growing less in love with you every single day. I think that’s the most difficult thing about losing someone you have loved: the way you feel never really dies at once. All you can do is wait and watch it turn back to dust, one day at a time.

• I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.
• Close Enough

It was never love,

but we carried the same scars,

and sometimes that is close enough.

• Journal Entries

“I am simply thankful for your existence,”

I wrote.

Whether I am meant to be a part of it or not.

• The Promise 2

You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch, or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for, to protect and keep safe.

• Empty Spaces

I am tired of trying to fill up my empty spaces

with things I don’t need and people I don’t love.

• Unpredictable

It terrifies me how talented you are at turning your emotions on and off.

How you can be so kind and loving one moment then cold like ice the next.

When you open your mouth, I never know whether it’s going to be “I love you,” or “It’s over.”

• Broken Love

There is nothing so beautifully sincere as a brokenhearted person’s love. For in giving it they are saying, “Yes, I have burned to smoke and ash for the ones I have loved. I have been devoured, slowly, then spat back out. And proba- bility suggests you are likely to ruin me too. But here, have my heart. Take it. I’d like you to.”

• Fools Together

I know we needed some time apart, a little space to reevaluate what we’re looking for, and should we ever find our way back to each other I know we’ll be better for it. Still, I miss you. And most of the time I think it would be better to be fools together than sensible without you.

• Some Things

I came to realize that there were some things in life you would never get over, some transgressions you could not forget or forgive yourself for, some pains that would not pass, some people you would never stop missing.

• Senselessly

I love senselessly or not at all.

I cannot give myself away to those who do not consume me, no matter how kind or committed they are, but capture the full attention of my heart, and however toxic you are for me, I would conquer the world in your name if you asked.

• You remind me of what my heart is capable of. Such terrible, lovely things.
• Homesick

He kissed her cheek

and then she knew

that you could become homesick for people too.

• Too Wrong

We don’t mean to hurt each other, but we do. And perhaps no matter how right we are for each other, we’ll always be a little too wrong.

• Little Pieces

I am little pieces of everyone I have met, but I cherish most the parts that were yours.

• A Fool‘s Truth

I think I keep telling myself you never loved me at all because it is far less terrifying a prospect than the possibility you did, you really, truly did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular reason, you woke up one day and stopped.

• Half-Remembered Dream

It’s a strange thing to see you now and be unable to recall how it felt to love you. Like a half-remembered dream, the essence of what we shared is there, but the details are all hazy. Like the house I grew up in, you’re still familiar to me, but the feeling of home is now missing.

• The Explorers

Home is not where you are from,

it is where you belong.

Some of us travel the whole world to find it.

Others find it in a person.

• The Problem

The problem was I wanted to be yours more than I ever wanted to be mine.

• The Arsenal

I have learned that people will stay, leave, save, and destroy you, but by far the most dangerous thing they can ever do is come back.

• Eternal Matter

There are those you will love until the end. Certain feelings are too powerful to perish, and they quietly survive on in the heart for life. No matter how much we change or drift apart, in some small way you will always be mine, and I will always be yours.

• The Corner

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else. I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or never again, there’ll always be a small, quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

• The Privilege

It was a privilege to love you, and it was a privilege to let you go. Both helped shape me into the person I have become.

• It's sad, isn't it? I once thought worlds of you and now you're just another lesson.
• I saw you

and in an instant knew in my bones,

my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago. (Lifetimes Ago)

• Unresolved

In this life, you won’t always find peace and closure. Some losses bury them- selves into the heart too deeply to ever be entirely resolved or forgotten. Sometimes, the most you can really do is persevere until the pain is too small or familiar to harm you.

• Overcome

You aren’t what has happened to you, you are how you’ve overcome it.

• Courage

Softness is not weakness.

It takes courage to stay delicate

in a world this cruel.

• These high walls aren’t here because I want to keep the whole world out.

I’m just very particular about who I invite back into mine. (The Invitation)

• Little Monsters

I’m afraid of opening up, only I’m not sure which frightens me most, letting you in or the monsters out.

• I need you to pinpoint

the precise moment the idea of dying became more beautiful to you than how you feel in the mirror, when your friends and family began averting their eyes and covering their ears as though your tears were nails screeching down a chalkboard, when every inch of your being first began kicking and screaming at its own existence. Now, dismantle it. Tear it to pieces (You Made It)

• Sid & Nancy

I don’t think I was built for a love that is comfortable or uncomplicated. There is a restlessness in me that will always be drawn to dark, madly passionate things. The intoxicating highs and devastating lows. The chaos and the conflict.

• Whoever said the small things don't matter has never seen a match start a wildfire.
• My Walls

Say what you like. I am not ashamed of my walls. My boundaries are my own and purposed for my shelter while I am in healing and vulnerable. I am regrouping. Life can wait. When I am good and ready I will climb them. Until then, let me be.

• The Enigma

I have a tendency to become infatuated with people who are distant and difficult to understand, who share themselves sparingly and rarely with their whole hearts. I adore the mysteries and enigmas of people. The harder to solve, the better.