"I’m praying that your eyes are the first to go
the way they looked when you smiled
the way they opened and closed
and your nose, every single breath against my neck
and then your lips, every empty promise made and said"
"I think I keep telling myself you never loved me at all because it is far less terrifying a prospect than the possibility you did, you truly did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular reason, you stopped."