“I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.”

You are fragments of a dream I thought I had forgotten long ago.

Today was the day years ago it meant something then it can’t anymore.

We are so much more than the sum of parts colors staining us bruises of identity.

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.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Crying so hard, I can’t hardly breathe.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

I breathe out light pleasing, soft, and warm – I’m still learning to breathe out fire.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.