I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

…and said with the softness of repressed violence, ‘I am not one to stick his neck out; it is a bit of a reach. I was waiting for the smallest sign that you could love...

My heart is not brave or big. It is not cruel either. It is not strong at all. I keep it within this iron cage for a reason. Breathe on it wrong and I will...

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.

Withdraw from talking about leaving someone behind. Just rekindle the friendship and love while you still have that moment together.

February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex.I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes....