“I’m a prisoner with no charge a sack of bones in varnished flesh walking around hoping somebody will root me.”

And the flower I pick is you to throw you in water and watch you re-root.

Oh baby you are what they always told me about.

She reminds me of sunflowers when she faced the light she bloomed.

She showed me that real love does not hurt, it heals.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Your love has rebirthed me.

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

And now you are the butterfly finally free.

To the girl I was, you taught me to never let another tell you how you should be loved.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

I don’t know how to explain it – the world feels possible again.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

When they ask you if love is real, I hope I’ve helped you answer yes.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

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

Let the season’s aroma soak into your bones as gingerbread men come to life.