I Loved Him

I loved how his eyes danced merrily,

and the gentle way he spoke;

the way he filled my aimless days,

with bitterness and hope.

I loved him as I fell to sleep, 

and each morning I woke;

I loved him with all my wayward heart-

until the day it broke.

Letting Go

There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself.
A tender sacrifice.

Like that pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina.
It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you. 

A Time Capsule

This is where

                                                                                  I began to care                                                                                                                                         When I was befriended;                                           

This is where
                            My soul was bared
                                                  Where are my rules were bended;

This is where
                              A moment we shared
                                    Was stolen and expended;

Now this is where
              This is where
                                   This is where we've ended




                                                    - Lang Leav