Poems

For weeks he was afraid he may leave, then he was afraid that he wouldn’t. There were so many things he could have become. But he will remain, made up of possibilities, for he was already gone. Words, lasting longer than people.

How grateful am I that the end of my story is not the end of yours.

Want to know who I love?

Would you stay? Would you leave?

Felt like the only thing I was ever good at.

Very few of the most important things have been learned without pain. Be patient. Some time, this pain will be useful to you.

I tried to understand how much I love you, Until I saw a bee drown in honey. Now I understand.

Stay.

There are no happy endings is the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle and a happy start.

Skin tells you How to touch it, If you listen. And though love is blind, I read her goosebumps Like Braille.