i want to rip out my heart before you get to it first.

The ocean heals scars seen and unseen.

Waitingto createsensual artwith your fingersas brushstrokesand my bodyyour blank canvas.

That dead feeling, but you're still breathing.

Understand the poem not the poet.

I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.

I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.

You can't break up with a soul mate.

I'm an open book in a closed room.