I've felt the words, pierce through my veins
From I love yous to goodbyes
You are the reason there is art in me
The kisses you lay on my skin
And the way you paint me with your hands in the dark
Navigating from my eyes to my cheeks
And tracing my lips with your fingers
And you stop at my neck,
To feel my pulse and maybe if I'm still breathing right
Because by now I'm not
And you kiss my cheek to say something funny in my ear
To make me smile

I've felt the sting of words when you said I'm good enough
But left me for her

But you know and I know, she's much better

I've felt the sting of words and I love you,I love you, I love you
From the way you looked the other way around when i said it

And I've felt the sting of goodbyes
When you didn't look back

And I feel the sting in every unexpected hello
When we meet in a coffee shop
And i dread to look at the person behind me
every text, once in a while
When I fear to fall back in you arms
You're the vicious cycle I can't escape
My sleepless nights and shaky hands
Tearful eyes and mascara cheeks
I'll say that once again and for the last time
I love you
I miss you
But you're no good for me

Don't worry my lovely,
Life plans itself out,
And you can stop an argument,
Without having to shout.

You're allowed to smile for no reason,
And to go on really longs walks,
Also don't think yourself insane,
If you pretend you're on a horse.

Go out with friends!
Be bubbly! or sarcastic, it doesn't matter.
And if your friend looks nice, tell them!
It's a good excuse to flatter.

Forget the past!
We live in the present,
Another day is another gift.

So just be grateful,
That you can breath oxygen,
To fill your lungs and live.

Poetry and writing are partly the quest to find the patterns that illuminate our inner truths.

Taste of cold, iced coffee-
          ice cream caramel-
jasmine, white of blossom, silver-toned.

Photos of family on table
             rest by glass of java.

Excited
           glass falls
                               and
                                         shatters.

                                                              Lost.

This is what heartbreak looks like.

It is the soliloquies you wrote to him at midnight while crying

It is the formality a smile and the absence of warmth

It is the nausea and the ***** because this mornings breakfast just didn't have the heart to stay with you

He didn't either

This is what heartbreak sounds like.

Silence
Breaking
Static

This is what heartbreak feels like.

The burn of your concerned friends eyes into your back

The burn of the shame tinging your cheeks red

This is what heartbreak is.

You
Me
But not us

Never us

you could shoot a bullet through my head and I still wouldn’t be able to forget about you.
What we had was a special kind of love;
one that made me feel electric.
I have not been able to feel that way since the day you left.

So go ahead, shoot me
I won’t be able to forget you;
but at least *the warmth of my blood will remind me of what it felt like to be in your arms again.