Love is a pretty word, it makes us feel good
But… who is there when we break down …
What is there when life is hard…
Love is full of hearts…but it’s all on paper or emoji….when you lay alone..there is no love…regardless of what you give

i opened my window
and the wind blew in
turning over a page
telling me
that it was time
to start a new chapter

The lump in the throat,
Face scrunching,
The face narrowing,
Of pain
Of love and loss
Giving Grace a chance to roll down unimpeded.

I’ll love you in Latin
We’ll speak in English
And that will be that.

I'd still smile fondly, looking at you;
Knowing the future having us will never be true.

is a concept
that I've been trying to constrain
into rigid lines
trying to explain
and define
like trying to collect water with your hands
it falls right through the cracks
or like trying to redirect
a forest fire

I wanted love to be
B L A C K and W H I T E
I wanted to make it make sense
like trying to make concrete
from a substance that would never set

"LOVE" I've dissected the word all my life
turning it over and over in my mind
it was a feeling I could hold, that would never fill my heart
it was a blanket I could fold, that would never wrap me in its warmth

"LOVE"
      the yearning itself
          ate me up
              from the inside out

I wanted someone
I wanted anyone
But when I met you I wanted it to be you