“They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.”

And the flower I pick is you to throw you in water and watch you re-root.

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.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

How will you ever be able to heal your broken parts, if you keep allowing the past to stay?

We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, Only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.