#27

I'll try letting you speak instead of forcing you to speak from now on.
Things hurt less when we do it that way.

#26

You're good.

#25

Since you left
I've had to fall in love with my sense of humor.
But if you come back
we can have a menage a trois.

#24

The reason I haven't been writing love letters to you
is that I've been too busy writing things about you.

#23

Today was the first time someone's called you beautiful in weeks.
Maybe I just need to spend more time around people who understand you.

#22

Darling, you've turned me into a cynic.
And I'm tired of people telling me things I didn't know but should have known about my body.
And I miss you.
And without you I feel hopeless.
And I love you.
Please, Love, let something work soon.

I thank you, Lord God, for all my pains.
If it pleases You, Lord, increase them a hundredfold.
I shall thankfully accept whatever sorrow You give, not sparing me;
for in the fulfillment of Your will I find my greatest solace.
-St. Francis of Assisi

#21

Trusting you used to be easy.
I'm sorry that I took you for granted.

#20

I can't tell who singing hurts more: you or me.
I can't tell what's wrong right now: allergies or cold.
I can't tell if I actually know what I'm talking about.
Sometimes I wonder if loving you is just a habit
you're trying to make me break.

#19

Darling,
Thank you for leading me by leaving me.
I'd like it if we could hold hands for a while now.

#18

Darling,
I'm still learning about when I should use you and when I should let you rest.

#17

Sometimes I wish the rest of the voices would just be quiet for a little while.

A poem I wrote on a pastry bag

This banana bread
in my head
not made of lead
with this I was fed.

#16

I trust you.

#15

Why am I so worried about getting love from other people
when all I really need is love
from you
and our God?

#14

When you sing, you pray twice.
I can't wait until we're able to pray
one million trillion times a day.

#13

Some days
you don't hurt.
Thank God.

#12

Today someone asked
if you still make me happy.
I told them no,
but I also learned today
that children don't make us happy,
even though we think that they do.
I promise to care for you as if you were my child.

Let's pray that, like being thirteen, this too shall pass.

#11

I'm still not used to you being so delicate.

#10

If my heart is only metaphorically broken,
then why is it still racing?