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

I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

Listening-it is a love I cherish well.

Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?

Skin is just the softest cage.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

She is the perfume that scents the environment she blooms in.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

Sometimes your heart was meant to break, so these broken pieces of yours can bloom in a garden of self-love.

Water your scars with self-love and watch them bloom into flowers of strength.