“And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.”

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Your love is sirens loud and coming to save me.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

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

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.

I love to watch you become everything she said you couldn’t be.

You ground me as my roots grow I spread like wildflowers all over you.

I’m a prisoner with no charge a sack of bones in varnished flesh walking around hoping somebody will root me.

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

And even in my waking hours, I still dream of you.

When the feeling can’t be expressed any stronger, you just break down and tears cascade.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

My absence doesn’t matter anymore, but your presence does.

Stop carrying the burden of holding on to what isn’t yours anymore.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.

If you broke & clownin a millionaire the joke is on you.

She’s a delicate masterpiece. Touching her involves the risk of breaking her pieces.