“Violets are blue, you have no clue how much I love you.”

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

It’s good to give up on some things, sometimes it lets you free.

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.

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

The Red Rose on my grave shows once I was in love.

This morning I told the flowers what I’d do for you and they blossomed.

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

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

Tell me about the flowers that bloom in your mind when the earth sits between you and the sun.