Quotes Tagged With :micropoetry

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

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

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

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

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

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