In a space of light palms, the wind takes this pain
cools the heat
The Moon is almost full. The Moon is water. I am my ascendant–I am water today.
Look up to the heavens–stars always watching this drama.
“What a fucking mess…”
A bird on a wire, about to fall, even though there are wings tattooed to my body.
How do you write a love poem when you are brokenhearted?
Sing your broken heart whole again.
Catch the pieces and gather them ever so carefully.
Each shard a chance to begin again.
Remember: we are all interconnected. Each moment is an opportunity to heal. Try again.
Die on the page. Raise yourself from the broken-ness, from the ashes, from the ruin and live.
Our love broke open and my heart was released from a sleep i had forgotten. I am so sorry for forgetting: I love you.