Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

I loved you
because when you said, “let me make love to you”
you sounded like a drunk
pleading for one more drink
I loved you
because even after I confessed
my dustiest secrets
you still looked at me like I was
heaven’s missing angel
I loved you
because you thought
the scars on my thighs
formed the most beautiful constellations
and you wanted to map out each one
I loved you
because you loved me
more than I ever could

           I left you
           because you loved me
           more than I ever could

People always ask me my favorite thing about you;
but how can I choose?
My favorite thing about you isn't any quality of yours,
it's the little things.
Like the way you look at me when you think I'm zoned out;
or the way you'll let our hands touch whenever we pass each other.
The way you smile at me when you first see me,
and even your adorable giggle when I tell you a new joke.
Like the way you tell your best friend about me when you think I can't hear;
the little surprises you'll pick up for me when you know I've had a bad day.
The way you'll text me in the morning, the way you'll call me and talk to me for hours at night, the way you're so interested in the stories I tell you, the way you kiss me softly when I'm sad.
The pure joy that sets into your voice when you talk about your passions;
the security of your arms cradled around my chest.
So, my darling, it's not one big thing that I love about you-
it's all your little things.

I thought for maybe a fleeting day that I liked you.
I knew it would never work.
You and me.
Me and you.
It's just not possible.
I'm nothing compared to you.

Your talent flies to the stars above,
While I sit on the grass at night and gaze in wonder.
Your passion for life shines like the sun,
While I dance in the warm light laughing with joy.

I do not love you, or even like you more than I show.
It's the thought of you that makes me smile.
It's the thought of you that makes me wonder how you are doing each day.
It's the thought of you- nothing more- that makes me want to be your friend.

I hero worship you.
I need to stop.
You are human like me.
Nothing more.
And you should be nothing more.
You are my brother that I look up to,
That I secretly admire from afar.
I am a small child in need of guidance,
A lost heart searching for a close friend,
But you cannot be that person.
You have your friends,
And I mine.
Even if we meet tomorrow,
We'll be friendly but nothing more.

Admitting I hero worship you is uncomfortable.
Convicting myself for being weak enough to do so hurts.
Convincing myself love is not an option for me is a battle.
Punishing myself for liking someone is unbearable.

I cannot love.
I must not love.
I am not capable of love.
And if I do love,
I would be better off dead than with a broken heart.
It already is fragile as glass and as worthless as fools gold from the first time I liked someone.
Again, it was the thought of him,
Hero worship.
I barely survived that.

I must never love again.

Love is ..........
Love is sheltering from the rain
Together remembering not to complain
Making every little thing worthwhile
Changing sad times with a smile.
Love is learning to accept mistakes
Knowing when to put on the brake
When annoying habits come to light
Especially loud snoring at night.
Love is all about sharing, caring and acceptance
And of course it is all about romance.
Love is about trust. A must to survive
To keep the relationship alive.
Love is learning to forgive, starting again
When an argument sends stuff down the drain.
Holding each other, protecting and laughter
Giggling under the sheets, looking after
Each other when things go wrong.
Love is breaking into your favourite song
In the car when snow melts falling from above
Gently once more falling deeper in love.