Have you returned for me? Is this the last flash before starting anew? Will it hurt? Will it matter if it does? Was I kind enough? Did I love with more than fit inside me?
I promise to plant kisses like seeds on you body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.
Don’t ever tell me I’m broken if you will not be the glue, and please don’t point out the fractures if that’s all you’re allowed to do.
There is more light than darkness, there has always been.
I just may be the strangest person you will ever know. I am filled with too many oddities and too few consistencies and I will always lack the spongey filter that should live between brain and mouth. These defining traits these enduring characteristics, and these fingers crossed that in all of it, you will find them irresistible.
Brighter, now brighter, pay no mind to those who squint, burn with all your heat.
Oh what we see when we finally stop looking.
We carry in us all we could ever possibly need.
Please don’t break this heart, it’s endured so very much, it survived the fall.
There will always be light, and I will never stop chasing it.
It is hard to not feel broken when it is always quiet enough to hear your pieces rattle.
If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.
I love the moments that absolutely dwarf you. That show you where you fit and how small you are. That remind you that we are all specks of dust caught up in a tornado and we never even know we are spinning.
Adventure lives a whisper beyond our comfort zones, just half a breathe after No turns into Yes.
I care not about lost firsts, but I will fight, knuckles bloody and teeth sharpened, for your lasts.
Look up more than down. See more than say. Listen more than speak. Hope more than dread. Believe more than criticize. Yes more than no. No more than maybe. Laugh more than cry. Love more than hate. See. More. See.
Rise and find the grace, for it is all around you.
I will be the last one to let go with hugging arms when someone trusts me with an embrace; I will be strength when it is needed, but always decorated with simple tenderness.
Illusions must be out to death. That is the cruelty of growing up.
I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.