“I need to work on me.The mewithout you.”

“I need to work on me.The mewithout you.”

“Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.”

“You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.”

“I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.”

“I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.”

“Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.”

“I need to work on me.The mewithout you.”

“Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.”

“I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.”

“I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.”

“I die a little,In the echo of your silence.”