I watch as you walk out the door, taking my heart...
I count your steps to your car...

When I think of you,
I think of the color purple...

Three months of spending
time with you...

I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...

The last seven months have been a blur.
I often wonder what you would say if you were...

My bathroom floor was a mess.
Water pooling on tile and wood...

You get to see all of the parts of me-
From late night stress to unhinged humor...

My editor posted a picture of himself editing my...
And I cried...

You could take the dress off of me-
Slide the straps in the color of your eyes down my...

It’s sacred;
The connection I have with you...