“When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.”

I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.

There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.

I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.

I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.

If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?

I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.

You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.

Don’t become the thing that hurt you.

I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I was born with music inside of me, and that was the first flower that bloomed on my tree, but I was the highest key in my school and also the lowest key, seen?

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.

Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up & turn toward the light & that makes them beautiful.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

From a withered tree, a flower blooms.