don’t let the biting words and sharp memories scar your thick skin;
remember your value always.

acceptance of the past:
i am so happy i can finally say, yes, her and i were something really, really wonderful at one point, but never again.

welcoming the future:
i will never fall in love with someone as i did with you, but i am making room in my heart to maybe find something similar.

love:
the spark, the flame, the rain, the burn-out, the wood that is too soaked to be rekindled, the sun that dries it out again,
the flame ignited by a different spark

the first time my eyes had the pleasure of falling upon the sight of her, the world slowed and time stopped
a disturbance in the cosmos

a cool thing about galaxies and space and the universe is that no matter how dead the stars are,
it still looks beautiful

your breath is a storm, tracing lightning bolts down my neck and shaking me to the core as if thunder was living vicariously through your words