Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me unless they are written on sticks and stones.

Sweetheart, let’s stop here and gaze at what we have. What we’ve created with all our time and emotions, that we invested in each other. And then feel its loveliness, in our skin and to our very bones.

When we keep repeating our woes, even to ourselves, we let them vibrate through our skin n bones. We feel trapped for our thoughts bind us.

The songs you write are so sad, & I can't help but wonder if your pain came from me. Maybe when they beat it into me, it got into my bones, & I carried it with me ~ and when you tried to fix my broken pieces, you cut yourself on the sharp edges & this sadness got into your blood.