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

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.

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.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

She bleeds the life of golden rose from her lips whenever she kisses.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

You smell like there is no substitute for you, you smell so, again everything is next to me, not the same.

Never stop loving me.

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

Love her, but don’t forget to leave her wild.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.