Status Updates From The Universe of Us

THE PERFECT CRIME
It wasn't with knives my heart he tore; when he brought me to 'death's door.
It wasn't his hands that had me slain-but he had killed me all the same.
Cold and callous
with no remorse, he turned me to a walking corpse.
And I am imprisoned in this pain, while he without the slightest blame-free to do it over again.

Do you know I have thoughts that could color all the oceans blue?

CONTACT
It was the longest she had gone without human contact; without the soft, conceding warmth of someone else's skin.
She began to crave it after awhile, to obsess over the most trivial things. Like a hand on her shoulder or a kind word from a stranger. How long, she wonders, before I forget how it feels to be wanted? How long until I lose all recollection of love?

SOLACE
When all I desired was once promised to me.
And all have conspired to keep it from reach.
There is safety in numbness-there is solace in sleep.

LOVING You
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.

THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
You think falling in love is about holding on, but it isn't. It is about hands gripping the edge of the world and letting go, one finger at a time.
Lake a deep breath-
-here comes the drop. I know it's your
first time here, but soon you will get used to the motion; the headlong dive into the deep. Just go with it. You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.

From this day forward, I will speak your name with gratitude, knowing it is the mantra of my soul. I will let you go, knowing we are eternal. We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines… I have left markers for you at every turn. Look for me in everything that catches your breath....
With these words, I am one with divinity. With these words, I am one with you.

I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn't there?
You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward—you cease to belong wholly to yourself.

What is a poet but a composite of her love letters?

when you lose a person, a whole universe goes with them.