PlumeriaPoems

I will carry this sorrow to term. That is, after all, what I’m made for. I am woman: I deliver.

Forgiveness, as it turns out, is not a linear prospect. Neither is healing. Both flare up and die down.

“I love a damned man, and I hope this love is worth abandoning heaven for.”

Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.

In my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

In another world we shall understand it all.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

It’s a good poem if I’m a different person when I’m finished reading it.

I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.