“Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.”

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

And when it feels too heavy to go on being you, lose a bit of yourself in me.

There it was: a few friends, laughter, and the safest place on earth.

We must believe in dawns, even when we don’t see the sun.

I had all the reasons to love him. He gave me reasons to love myself. Thats when you know.

When it is darkest is when you must shine.

We all have a song, a place, and a person. – The unforgettable.

Sometimes strangers feel like home too.

We’ve never understood the hate you fear in us. Our love makes protests feel like celebrations.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.

Who will we be when we have healed?

In seeing wounds heal, I saw a body that loved itself enough to not let it hurt forever. And I learned. – my body knew self love before I did.

There are too many love songs, and they all sing about you.

Every flower blooms at their own pace, dear. Watch your own growth, not others’ one.

You, like nature again, will bloom again and change beautifully.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.