“This time you are not broke and alone. You have yourself.”

His love held the scent of lavenders, as i carved them into poetry.

Your soul holds the entire night sky.

Here rests the soul who soared for the skies and lied beneath arcane words, left in solitude.

I wrote my story in verses on these petals with sounded silences.

S-T-I-T-C-H your heart with tones of self love.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Somewhere while loving you, I forgot to love myself.

Its in you where i belong.

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

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

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

My mind eclipsed with love notes I wrote at night.

And remember love. In order to plant seeds in the ground, you have to break the earth.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

Love is all about breaking and healing over and over again.

You get broken you pick yourself back up, you get scarred you wear them beautifully, things that were meant to destroy you, you overcame them with such great might.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again

Nothing will ever be the same.

Like a porcelain doll we tend to break; learn to cleave yourself together despite the risk.

Open wounds and fresh blood but I am healing and you are never allowed back in.