“It pains me to know that too much fire has been burned between us because you were my spark.”

The thunder does not apologize in fear of anyone, look at what that braveness does it trembles the whole sky.

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

I marvel at the idea of how you would carry me through the world.

I would be nothing if not for the woman in my life for their quiet yet deafening resilient influence.

He says he doesn’t know what to do my mind screams back I will not love you in halves just because you are too afraid.

Art has a special way of connecting dots from lost to found.

I don’t want to live my life in the back seat, I want my hair in the wind full blazing towards the horizon.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

maybe all we need is some good music, good company, and bad dancing to remind us what it is to be alive

When I told you how much love, I should have recognized the red flag when you turned to me and asked do you think so much to a fault? Because there is no such thing, You just love then love some more.

Hear the universe sing with every shooting star, blooming petal, and pines in the wind- Love will find you.

and in the chaos of life, there is you

And as Maui did I would use everything in my power to slow down the sun if it meant longer days to love you.

I see sunshine within him and it only makes me want to run into his love even more,

and my worries all of a sudden seemed to float above me a gentle yet certain release that I am someone who is easy to love

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

We tried to rhyme you and me parallels as in sky and sea timeless we were but lifetime apart but you’re still right here within my heart.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.

Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.