i wish i loved me better,
so i could have loved you deeper.

I miss you

I miss your smile
and your eyes
and your hugs
and your hands

gosh.. I miss you

and it ***** that you're gone
because your kids miss you
and your mom
and your sisters
and your family

we all miss you

and it hurts to think of you while you're in that place
cold
gloomy
sad
depressing
no sunshine

The last time I seen you
you were there
pale
there was no warmth in your eyes
until you seen us
and then it was there

love
happiness
...
hope

and when we left I seen it drain
and all I felt was
hurt
anger
and fear

I was hurting
because I miss you, so utterly bad

I had anger
because I knew you had to stay in that place

I had fear
because how were you supposed to live in that place any longer

you weren't you
you were just a silhouette of the person you once were

and I hate that

because I miss you

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


I love you Bubba
I miss you

Do not fall in love with an artists

because they will draw stems where your veins used to be

and flowers will grow in your lungs

and although it is so beautiful to see

It hurts, so bad, to breath

Because with flowers

and plants

comes weeds




and weeds ****.

They say that girls are fragile
like a flower.

That's just not true.

Yes, we are fragile.



Like a bomb.