how will my heartlet go of you –who will tell it to?I dare not listen tothis fearful tattooit now beatsone day it will hear of youloving someone elsebreak again all at oncefor now let it hold on to youand break slowlyevery day

how will my heartlet go of you –who will tell it to?I dare not listen tothis fearful tattooit now beatsone day it will hear of youloving someone elsebreak again all at oncefor now let it hold on to youand break slowlyevery day

you walked into a baryou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneyou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneso I phoned youI phoned you and askedhow you walked into a bar and forgot to phoneand you started explaininghow you were there in the barwith the men talking business and you explained business to mebut mansplaining takes time so I heard herI heard her.

you walked into a baryou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneyou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneso I phoned youI phoned you and askedhow you walked into a bar and forgot to phoneand you started explaininghow you were there in the barwith the men talking business you explained business to mebut mansplaining takes time so I heard herI heard her.

I have startedthinking abouttime againit does not help mebut it helps meunderstandbecause time – time can measurehow hearts workin silence, space, distancetime can measure lovein that measurementI can understandloss

I have startedthinking abouttime againit does not help mebut it helps meunderstandbecause time – time can measurehow hearts workin silence, space, distancetime can measure lovein that measurementI can understandloss

I didn't realise I loved youuntil I diduntil you stopped me mid-sentenceand said, "that's love, baby"and I have a word for this oceanthat has engulfed memuting the screams that haven't stoppedsince I can rememberwhere I can fully breathe and I am floating weightless and free, a balloonyour fingers hold the string gentlyI don't want to break free.

I didn't realise I loved youuntil I diduntil you stopped me mid-sentenceand said this is loveand I have a word for this oceanthat has engulfed memuting the screams that haven't stoppedsince I can rememberwhere I can fully breathe and I am floating weightless and free, a balloonyour fingers hold the string gentlyI don't want to break free.

when you look at meI look at me through your eyesI see that you see the scarsand cover me in something that changes mefrom more than just open woundin your eyes I am more complete than I have been since I was a child

when you look at meI look at me through your eyesI see you see the scarsand cover me in something changing mefrom more than just open woundthrough your eyes I am more completethan I have been since I was a child

calm yourselfwatching someone on a carouselthat won't stop for youyou wring your heart out with your hands watchingcalm yourself

calm yourselfwatchingsomeone on a carouselthat won't stop for youyou wring your heart out with your handswatchingcalm yourself

this is a story for our children—how I surrenderedwith a simple 'you win' and walked so far in, your heart screaming 'run' followed, only to find a love that makes you crydepth and tendernessan intimacy unimaginednow you won't apologisefor dreams of childrenwe won't have

this is a story for our children—how I surrenderedwith a simple 'you win' and walked so far in, your heart screaming 'run' followed, only to find a love that makes you crydepth and tendernessan intimacy unimaginednow you won't apologisefor dreams of childrenwe won't have

there are peopleyou should not return towho would have youtearing your heart outthere are people who turn a blind eyefor they must feed

there are peopleyou should not return towho would have youtearing your heart outfeeding them tenderlyfortified on loveas you bleedthey turn a blind eyefor they must feed

how are you ableto see the writingcarved into my skinread this languageunderstand this bloodhow it ebbs and flowshold this breathmeasure its weightand know its depthyou have notknown enoughof this life but yetwhen I seeyour soft handsI want them

how are you ableto see the writingcarved into my skinread this languageunderstand this bloodhow it ebbs and flowshold this breathmeasure its weightand know its depthyou have notknown enoughof this life but yetwhen I seeyour soft handsI want them

I want to forgethow I loved youwith a love that made you want to cry[unable to reciprocate -heart swollenwith wantinghead trying tostay afloat]I will take nothing from youwhen I leaveyou will feel everything you aredisappear

I want to forgethow I loved youwith a love that madeyou want to cryunable to reciprocateI will take nothing from youwhen I leaveyou will feel everything you aredisappear