So this is what heartache feels like?
Like that time you were eight & you lost your favorite toy,
or the time your best friend moved 1200 miles away from you to leave it all behind.
No not at all.
The only similarity is the feeling after you lose it all.
Heartache is much more
deeper,
unsettling,
and dark.
It feels like youre the only one in a black hole full of hopelessness
and it's caving in on you.
everythings caving in on you at once.
& your mouth is wide open
trying mercifully to scream something
anything at all but nothing is coming out.
Your fingers ****** from the scratching on your skin
trying to write the words "Save Me",
like your insides are being ripped out through your mouth.
& all they do is stare.
& watch,
for your insides match your out.

Please do not think I will run from your anxieties.
In fact I will do entirely the opposite.
I will open the door,
I will invite them in,
And I will stand there, strong, steadfast, stouthearted
And I will stare them in the face.
Not for you, but with you, hand in hand.
I will be there at the end of the day to tell you you're amazing.
And that all those things you think make you weak, prove just how strong you are.
I'm not saying we'll move mountains together, I am telling you that despite the rain, the sunshine, the rocky terrain, the laughter, the tears, the heartache, the pain, I will be here, time and time again.
To remind you
That every time you walk into a room, you don't just light it up,
You set it on fire.

I won't ever stop trying to build bridges over the canyons in your soul.

He never once didn't tell me I was his pretty little thing,
let alone show me,
especially when we found ourselves in the bedroom.
Pinned against the wall,
I was tense,
gazing into his eyes.
His hand gripped firmly around my throat,
for he knew I was fond of getting rough.
And he liked it.
How he liked the way my eyes lit up,
the way I bit my lip,
when he knew he was in control of me.
My body belonged to him.
Every part of me had his name drawn on it,
marked on it.
His mouth caressed my neck,
I could feel him taking deep breaths,
his hand slowly revealing what was underneath my dress.
I wrapped my arms around him,
and kissed him like it was my last.
He gripped my waist and lifted me off the ground and twirled me in a circle,
throwing me onto the bed.
He slowly spread my thighs apart,
revealing my own heaven,
for I was an angel,
his angel indeed.

I wish you didn't have to hurt like you do

She melts in between my lips
With the urgency and beauty
Of snowflakes on fingertips.