You left me reeling
In the empty feeling
Of a mothers love
Supposed to be felt from far above

Yet you didn’t die
You didn’t fly
You left me and my sister
Struggling to get by

So when I wake up in the middle of the night
Wanting to be comforted by my mother
Wanting to be able to see my brother
I have to tell myself that you are gone

Though dad is great
He is not enough
To fill that empty feeling
You left in my heart

In fields of gold and summer rain,
We shared our secrets, hopes, and pain.
I felt the spark, a surge so real,
With every kiss, I’d heal and heal.

Some things shatter, some things bloom—
A heart breaks open, makes more room.
The glass may fall, the petals rise,
Both telling truths behind a disguise.

A whispered lie, a sudden fight,
A fragile dream that lost its light.
But next to ruin, soft and wide,
A seed begins to stir inside.

Not all that breaks is meant to die,
Not every “no” means asking why.
Some endings come to clear the way
For something better not to stray.

A friendship fades, a season ends,
Yet in the cracks, the sunlight bends.
And somewhere loss becomes a tune—
Some things shatter, some things bloom.

So let the silence find its place,
Let sorrow come with quiet grace.
For what we lose, we sometimes gain—
New roots are watered by the rain.

It’s not all fire, it’s not all doom.
Some things shatter,
Some things bloom.

If you hurt, then bleed through me,
I’ll wear your wounds so you can breathe.
When your hands are too tired to hold on tight,
I’ll grip the ledge and keep your light.

If the sun forgets to rise for you,
I’ll steal fire just to warm your view.
And if your chest feels hollow, bare—
I’ll pour my heart out just to fill the air.

I won’t watch you walk alone through storms,
If thunder breaks you, I’ll take the form.
Of every shelter you never had,
Of every lullaby when life turns bad.

When your demons speak in a voice like yours,
And no one’s knocking on your locked doors,
I’ll break through every wall you built—
Even the ones dressed up in guilt.

If you cry, then drown me too—
Let my lungs fill up with you.
Let the flood of all you fear
Wash me clean just staying near.

If the world turns cold and pulls away,
I’ll kneel in frost and choose to stay.
Even when you push, I won’t let go,
You are the only truth I know.

And if you go, I wanna go with you—
Even if “go” means the final view.
Even if “go” is a bridge too far,
I’ll find a way, no matter where you are.

If you die, I wanna die with you,
Not in body, but in what is true.
The part of me that breathes your name,
Will not survive if you’re not the same.

So don’t you dare disappear from sight,
Or become a ghost that haunts my night.
If you fade, I’ll fade out too—
Because I was never whole without you.

You don’t have to chase the sky,
the sun still rises where you lie.
It wraps you soft in golden thread,
and warms the thoughts inside your head.

You deserve the morning’s grace,
the kind that finds your quiet place.
A whispered breeze, a steady glow,
a peace the world forgot to show.

Not for deeds or battles won,
not for all the things you’ve done.
But simply for the breath you take,
the way your heart refuses to break.

You deserve the love that stays,
that walks with you through cloudy days.
A light that doesn’t burn or blind,
but rests like kindness in your mind.

So let the gentle morning prove—
you’re worthy just because you move.
You are the reason soft feels right.
You are the warmth. You are the light.

You are the sun — you heal, you burn,
A steady light for which I yearn.
You kiss the cracks upon my skin,
Then scorch the soul you warmed within.

You found me cold, a fading trace,
And painted fire across my face.
With every glance, a garden grew,
But nothing blooms untouched by you.

I rose beneath your blinding gaze,
Half in a dream, half set ablaze.
You gave me hope, then took your turn—
A twist of fate I couldn’t learn.

You made me whole, then came undone,
Just like the dusk outlasts the sun.
And still I chase your every flame,
Though every touch forgets my name.

The closer I get, the more I lose,
Yet still, it’s you I always choose.
No shelter calms this wild ache—
The love we make, the lives we break.

I breathe you in and never see
The line between your light and me.
You are the sun — you rise, you turn,
You give me life.
You heal.
You burn

I only miss you on the sad days
The bad days
The ****** days
When the sun doesn't shine
When the waves crash on the shoreline

But never on the days when
I have a home-cooked meal
Or score a good deal
Hang out with my friends
Or when the river crosses the bend
When the sun hits my face
When I win a good race...
so maybe if I was never sad I wouldn't miss you at all.

You Belong

You belong in the hush before morning breaks,
In the stillness where soft golden promise wakes.
In the first quiet breath that the daylight takes,
You are written in light that the dawn remakes.

You belong where the sunrise paints the sky,
In the fire that climbs with a whispering sigh.
Every ray that touches the earth nearby
Knows your name as it passes gently by.

You belong in the rhythm of each new day,
Where the moments bloom in a thousand ways.
In the birds that sing and the winds that sway—
You are part of the world, come what may.

You belong in the now, in the hope, in the light,
In the courage to rise after every night.
You are seen, you are loved, you are holding tight—
To a place in this world that feels just right.

So walk with the sun, let it show you the way—
You belong every morning,
every breath,
every day.