“Here I am spitting up roses in your name I hope you choke on the thorns.”

Tell me about the flowers that bloom in your mind when the earth sits between you and the sun.

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.

Maybe I just expect too much.

Move on – but keep in mind that history repeats itself, unless you choose to break the cycle.

You are insane for everyone until they need you.

Don’t search for peace where you lost your heart.

Don’t blame yourself for the relationship you have lost.

Some people suddenly leave your life with a lot of debt to pay.

It’s hard to grow when you are weighed down by the people you love in the past.

I was such a fool to fall for all the lies you told me.