it’s not over till it’s over

when the pain cuts deep

and you run out of tears and breath

and your heart feels as if it were only a sliver

of what it used to be

no one can be there to make it better

to make you feel safe.

no, darling-

that’s what my words are for

that’s why I write

for my heart and yours and all the others

who have been shattered by life

but never broken

by love

and who still wait on because they know that


is always the last

to die.




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