Do you remember the days when we swung from tree branches spilling out so many words that we were convinced we could grow flowers of our own? Do you remember how it felt to converse with the stars and feel like we actually belonged? Please, please tell me you remember so I can feel better about forgetting who I used to be. Tell me you still know that she is still me.
- A. Covucci
I promise you there is an unknown chord that is hidden in my heart and it only ever plays every single time I hear your name.
- A. Covucci
I once believed that a broken heart would let leak all the words that I ever felt, all the ones I said over and over again in a torn and tattered head, but all I have found in all the years of searching is that searching is all I may ever find.
- A. Covucci
Why have I given you so many of my moments in solitude, so many of my days of understanding, and so much of the freedom that you took away from my heart? No matter how far, I somehow cannot stop giving you some little piece of me.
- A. Covucci
I am told that there are moments in which our lives are built. Big ones, small ones, happy ones, and painful ones, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to live in every single one of them.
- A. Covucci
I, the broken down walls of the abandoned house, and you, the sunlight spilling over all the dark places left within me.
- A. Covucci
Perhaps there are just too many fires within me that burn those who get too close.
- A. Covucci
I suppose our memories may just be the stars in the universe of our souls, and I find myself waiting for you to burn, burn, burn away.
- A. Covucci
I know they said there would be tornadoes and earthquakes and rainstorms, I know they warned me of the shifting winds and rising waters, but I did not know that it would all happen within me.
- A. Covucci
Tell me how you want me, my dear; tell me how you want me to hold you because my arms are growing weary and my head is growing faint. Tell me how to find you because I am slowly going insane running from the demons that haunt me over and over again. Tell me that fairy tales do exist and maybe I'll let go of all the pain and the past that I hold onto just in case you leave the same way they did. Tell me how you want me, and tell me that it's exactly the way that I already am.
- A. Covucci
My patience, my darling, runs a million miles long, but what do I do when you walk a million and one?
- A. Covucci
My heart has been a battlefield, with bullet wounds and grass stains lining the edges until the sun went down and the only option was to wake up in the morning. My heart as been a battlefield; littered with hateful words and left for dead out in the middle of nowhere when she decided that it was no longer useful in her own fight for love. My heart has been through the battle that we all fight with ourselves, painful, loud and long, unrelenting until we decide that sleep is scarier than keeping our eyes awake, yet somehow still, the moment you knock on my door from a million miles away, I listen, I listen on the other side of the concrete frame in case you decide you ever want to talk again.
- A. Covucci
I've been traveling so long, too long to remember where I started, and I'm starting to wonder why it has taken me this much time to move forward instead of falling back. I'm starting to learn how to let go. And it's terrifyingly exhilarating.
Tell me, tell me, if I walk slowly enough by the window to your soul, will you stop and peek out just long enough to want to invite me in?
- A. Covucci
The strength you used to walk away around the jagged bend of the full moon was one I've never seen, and one I never hope to recreate. Some kinds of strength are the same kinds that end up killing the imagination of our hearts.
- A. Covucci
What a strange feeling to walk away, to cut and run from all of the ropes that raised you to your feet and taught you how to walk; from the ones that lifted your head to face your first kiss, or rebuild your broken bones after the first heartache, and, even worse, the second. What heavy feet these are to carry around with the knowledge that your strength is always being tested, and that the autumn may not come to cool you down this year. I still remember the burning leaves of all the trees at 5am, and I can still feel all the places where I broke my leg while trying to run towards her. I still feel the knots lodged in my body that remain after the chords were cut, and it makes dreaming in the night all the more difficult. My head is swollen with words that I do not know the meaning of, and with questions that will never, ever find an answer in this lifetime, or the next. Still, here I sit, waiting for the autumn to come around and cool me down again, just as I always have.
- A. Covucci
Maybe six years has gone by, and I still sometimes see your name burned behind my eyelids shaking me from a time when I sleepwalked into a drunken dream. I have kept you in the basement of my heart because you built your bed down there, but I always intended to pour your honeyed hair down as my foundation, one strong enough to withstand the hurricanes in my head, one strong enough to wake me up when I'd fallen to the floor. I have lodged this in my throat because I've only ever heard a dial tone from you, from your eyes, from all the places in you that swears you've never wondered what could have been had May not ended that year. I've lodged it in my throat because, just the same, I've never wondered either about the memories we never made.
- A. Covucci
