It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.

I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.

Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?