It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

But could words bethe end of me?

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air...

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

Someone’s therapist knows all about you.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

Some days I wonder if I stopped writing about him, if I’d love him a little less.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve come to realize is it doesn’t matter where, it’s how I get there.

When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in...