“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.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

If it doesn’t open you like love, kiss you like rain and leave you breathless, wanting more, it isn’t love.

Kiss on forehead, nose and cheek. Repeat.

I dream about kissing you under the moon-lit night, under the beauty of thousand tiny stars. 

Kiss me with those lips burn forever into my skin envelop me within your love until I am whole again.

And her hair smells like a thousand lilac roses drenched in rain.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.