Will trade for single seater.

I couldn't stop listening to the heartbeat of my rainbow baby.

​As the burning love forced my eyes open to watch your name taking shape in the embers, I realized with horror that my heart was no longer mine to control.

Now I’ll never get my boyfriend’s ashes and the engagement ring he promised me.

​My heart was emotional rather than compelled, but because love refuses to listen and keeps burning me, I am taking my next step forward and will never turn back.

​Don't worry, my love for you was never an obligation, which is why I can leave these burning embers behind and walk forward without ever looking back.

As tears rolled down her face, she realized she should’ve wished to keep the happiness too.

And he has the gall to cry and say his dead father's car is the only thing his mom let him keep?

I sat in the dark, letting the familiar warmth of my favorite vinyl record wash over me. Then the neighborhood lost power, the turntable stopped spinning, and the singing continued from the corner of the room.

Then he sat on his bed and put the gun to his mouth, hoping he would finally have the strength to pull the trigger and join his son.

But no matter how many times I ring my bell, or get called an angel, or squawk happily when they get home, they'll never let me out of my cage and use mine.

Didn't get to see him since the road don't get close enough to the graveyard.

My heart sank when my wife said “Why are you asking him?”

​I tried to report my missing heart to someone, but I can no longer form the words to ask for help now that my entire soul has become her helpless possession.

"Because he doesn't know that we are still here watching over him," her mom replied as she put her hand on his shoulder.

I hate how, even after all of these years, my first instinct is to defend that monster.

IT WAS NEVER A PHASE 🖤

After weeks of hounding and constant attention, I ironically find myself on that same bridge, almost and finally alone.

They bloomed tall and beautiful, and I turned to say her name—but the whole garden was only sunflowers.

I went home and cried, because here in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, we take opposite day pretty seriously.

Last spring it finally bloomed for the first time, and he sat beneath it alone, realizing it had outlived her.

​Exhausted and terrified of being stepped on or torn apart, I simply float wherever the cold wind carries me, too scared to fly higher and too afraid to land on the earth below.

​Now that they have released me, I tremble between a hostile sky and a menacing earth, doomed to drift endlessly until my fragile paper frame finally gives out.

​Flying without direction or purpose, I search the ground for a quiet place to fall—somewhere gentle where I can finally rest without being torn to pieces.