“I heal me for I heal you.”

Seek you in me in your darkest times.

Sky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

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

You will heal, one day. You will no longer fall apart at the idea of moving on with your life without them.

Let self-love be the oxytocin for your body let it captivate your bones with self-acceptance.

Do always wonder about your worth and remind yourself that even roses have their own thorns.

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

True beauty is reflected from within.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.