Heartbreak
Is not an overreaction
Is not a figment of imagination
of the ones who feel too much

Heartbreak
Is not simply a word
for the ones who have loss.
Is not simple at all.

Heartbreak
Is ripping
Is the tearing
of one's heart into miniscule pieces.

Heartbreak
Is the breath
that both catches in your throat
and completely leaves your body.

Heartbreak
Is the physical reaction
in which your heart stops beating
and your lungs stop working.

Heartbreak
Is when your smile stops working
but you use it to cover up the tears anyway.
*Is when you picture your life without them in your day.

I heard my mom saying that my body is a temple
When It took just 3 text messages to get you through my door
Your finger prints all over this broken building, my body
As you enter without even knocking, screaming you love me
As it took just one goodbye
to be forced to act like I don’t know you anymore

I heard my mom saying my body is a temple
When I stumbled drunk into your room
You took a bat to the already broken doors and windows of this building
Screaming that I’m good enough, good enough for you
then watching you roll over and ignore  my calls the next day at noon

I heard my mom say my body is a temple
When I realized mine is nothing more than the resting point along the way
Because temples are full of worship and love .
Something I have never felt inside these broken down doors and cracked walls
No my body is not a temple,
for I’m just  something you stop at because it’s beautiful,
but never the place you want to stay

I see forever in your eyes
I kiss your lips of destiny
I long to live in your eternal arms
Fate-filled fingers wrap mine
And I dream of your infinity
Forever is in your eyes
Do you see it mine?

I Love You.
With eyes that promise me forever.
Kisses trail up my thigh.
I Love You.
I picture the future so clearly planned out.
He looks me in the eye.
I Love You.
Tender lips on mine,
Gentle heat in the air.
I Love You.
Fingers get lost in the moment,,
Hearts get lost in the hours.
I Love You.
I cannot process a single thought,
That is not
I Love You.
Begging for his everything,
I somehow gave my own.
I Love You.
Wanting to be a piece of his forever,
I pray that he will be the whole of mine.
I Love You.
I am lost in the pictures
Of my mind
I Love You.
Never to escape its holds
I am trapped in
I Love You
Petals float to the ground,
I gave him my all.
I Love You.
I Pray for forever,
I shake at the thought
I Love You.