oh the irony
of how much I loathe,
when I feel water running down my skin
yet I feel a sense of comfort tonight
Gone, she’s gone
How do you feel about it
That’s what I thought
You’re real torn up about it
And I wish you the best
But I could do without it
This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
The human heart is nothing without its purpose.
It needs to produce love, in order to produce life.
I sleep in this shirt that smells like you and I don’t catch myself at three in the morning writing about cicadas in my mouth and the tremors in my muscles; instead I’m writing about your hands and the way I reach for you in my sleep. I catch myself breathing in your scent and knowing all the different ways I’m loved.