But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better