I've told people not to let others
plant flowers inside them,
for they will leave,
and all the loveliness inside them
will wither and die

I've said it as if
it's the simplest thing in the world.

But clearly, it isn't.

And you don't get to choose
who will do it,
when they will,
or whether they will.
You won't feel it when they finally do.

One day you'll wake up
with a garden blooming inside you

until they leave,
and you've got nothing
but tears to water what they've left.

I hope she makes the hollow parts of you whole
makes roses grow in the darkest parts of you
I hope the flowers blossom from every part of you
a beautiful display of blooms in the most
beautiful person I know

I hope she makes waking up
not so daunting
and falling asleep the worst fate you could meet
for she is the reason you keep your eyes open in the day

I hope
when her lips touch yours
you’re full of life once more
not the empty shell I ended up with
but the soul that yearned for adventure
and did not dread the daily woes of
monotony and repetition

I hope she touches the scars littering your body
feeling every single crevice of them
until they become her as well

I hope you make her bloom
from the darkest parts of her
like you always did for me

i always feel helpless
even when i'm around you
because stars that seem to be
just right beside one  another
are actually separated
by a great,
great

d i s t a n c e

Only a thousand miles apart but you still feel like worlds away.
Six months gone but I still remember you like yesterday.
You left me, but I'm still here to stay.
I'm all alone, yet I still feel the same way.

... ..... ......... ........... ..... .......... ....... ... it's
reassuring  that  someday    rain   will
not remind me of  you banjos will not
make me think of  y o u r  fingers  my
couch will not whisper  "I    love   you
you know I   love   you" anymore that
song                    you like will not have
your                    laugh  ringing   under
i       t                  my      favorite sweater
w   i   l   l      no    l o n g e r    have   the
lingering s c e n t of your shampoo my
hands will not ache for your hands my
lungs  will   not  burn  from   a i r   that
isn't                                                   yours