I cannot endure, nor can I accept, that you are both my executioner and my beloved.

In the end, the journey shapes us more than the destination ever could.

You're the shade that faded in my fate.

But every decision for something is a decision against something else.

Somewhere between waiting and letting go,
I'm still 17 grieving everything that I lost.

I dreamed a thousand new paths,
I woke up and walked my old one.

Of all the ways to lose a person,
death is the kindest.

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

Love is a constant terror of loss.

The earthworm that shall feast on my flesh;
will it taste the words left unsaid?

I wish you were still just a human to me,
I don't want to look at you and see poetry.

If we were two sunflowers, I would have faced you instead of the sun.

I told the stars about you.

You are the kind of mystery I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life trying to figure out.

So many broken children living in grown bodies mimicking adult lives.

The heart is bloodied from longing,
yet the lips smiling with hope.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

You are at once both the quiet
and the confusion of my heart.

-What’s your dream?
-To hug you under the rain. And you?
-For it to rain.

We are dreaming of a new day when the new day is here already.
And still we sleep.