“There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.”

My heart cracks like an egg spilling the promises I thought I made.

Love and devotion are different words for a reason.

We dream of roses and grow like weeds.

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

Somehow you’d had your mermaids never smell like fish.

Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.

Let your memories fall into place, you don’t have to carry all of them at once.

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.