“And I realized It was when you loved me that my heart broke the most.”

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Because, in the end, it was just promises.

And how can you be so bad for me when I feel like I’m flying?

Because I always ruin everything. Maybe it’s better if I let you go.

If you try every day, then, you’re much stronger than you think.

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.

And I don’t know if it’s his lips or his fingers that make thousands of roses bloom on my skin.

Maybe one day you’ll see, you’ll see what I saw.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

I could have given your heart a thousand roses. But you didn’t want one.

She believes in a wonderful world where unicorns exist. That’s why she believed in you.

We love each other because we can’t do otherwise.

And in my stories, the ones I tell myself at night before I sleep. You are there, again and forever.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Have I known it was going to end this way; I would’ve kept some love for myself, & chose me over you.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

I still find myself searching the crowds for your face.

I offer no explanations on how i choose to repair what you broke.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.

It is a bastard to miss people who may not even remember you.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.