“Forgive me for not knowing we could bloom together.”

I’ll give you my help but not my heart.

These pills still won’t fill the hole you left behind.

I began at the end of you.

I wish I could go back and love you in all the ways I know how to now.

You satisfied your thirst as I drowned.

She said fuck this and became her own muse.

You are allowed to change your mind.

You loved me in a glasshouse.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

Peace on earth starts with peace within.

They say eyes don’t lie, but I mistook the distance in your eyes for depth.

How unfair that I can force my hands to let go before they are ready but not my heart.

I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.

Its awfully funny how you think I’m fine.

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

Be your own flower. And bloom.

Like flowers, I hope, My love makes you bloom.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

Glamour: the indefinable something about a girl with a big bosom.

In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.

Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom.

When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.