“Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.”

Oh baby you are what they always told me about.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

She showed me that real love does not hurt, it heals.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Your love has rebirthed me.

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

And now you are the butterfly finally free.

To the girl I was, you taught me to never let another tell you how you should be loved.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

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

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

Every growth takes time.

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

I have cried with the rain. Now I will grow with the forest.

I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.

Make your circle precious, full of unique souls.

My heart roams in the wild. A place where there is always room to grow.