I think she fits you better than I did.
You needed a girl who was small enough to fit into the side of your chest and sensible enough to match your comfortable life.

You might say I was too much. But all I know is you were not enough.

This is a weird time
The never ending pain of my broken heart left by a careless soul is beginning to reside
I no longer am forcing myself to do things but am remembering the beauty of being swept up in such deep passion that my love for life energizes me through the day
I am laughing more than crying, smiling more than wiping away tears, and chasing the world rather than being crushed by its weight

And there days where I still miss you
And there are nights where I have to go on drives and listen to our songs to feel you in the way my heart yearns
But these moments are few
And now every one ends with a smile
Because while I am thankful for who you were,
I am most thankful for the heartbreak you caused that has made me who I am

It's a weird time
Because I read old poems that perfectly describe the hurricane the last year of my life has been
And my heart sighs in unison with their words
But I also am writing new poems about a new man
And they are full of hope and promise and maybe a happy ending

It's weird
Because I'm watching the end of you
Fade into someone who is more than I could ever imagine
And looking at him
It's not hard to let you go

Maybe I told you too much how much I loved you

I know I spent a lot of time coming of with ways to show you how truly extraordinary I thought you were

I left notes in the pockets of sweatshirts you let me borrow and made sure they always smelled like me when you got them back

I wrote you love letters every time I got angry at you just to remind myself how much I loved you and so you could know that despite my anger you would always win, I'd always chose you

I would hold you as tightly and tenderly as I could when your heart was hurting so that if even just for a moment, your tired bones could rest

I built forts and planned surprises and always said I loved you no matter how much you hurt me

Maybe I was too much
Maybe you got overwhelmed being loved that deeply

But the idea of maybe losing you
And not knowing if you knew how much I loved you
Well the idea of that maybe drove me crazy

I am hoping for a day
That my thoughts don't find you worth the words

Maybe this is just another heart-broken love poem
Trying to make sense of things that don't make sense

I let you know me better than anyone else.
No one has ever gotten that close.
You were first to conquer all these secrets.

...

I wonder if when you see these pictures
You know,
It's just my way of missing you
And having no other way of telling you.