her name was kept a secret
but she asked everybody what kind of flowers they'd want on their grave
everyday she went to the farmers market
wondering if her dead body would smell the roses
or the daisies
or the lilies
above her
she traced her fingers over each stem
she kept a jar of daffodils on her windowsill
she'd look at them when she felt sad
she knew that even though if her death was ugly,
the beautiful flowers would still
lay above her

I love you so much that it hurts and when I hear windchimes I feel your fingers running down my spine. the ocean isn't as pretty as your eyes and I love the sound of your voice, it's as calming as the waves. you make me feel safe and your two eyes and your heartbeat and your two arms are my home. I wouldn't want to spend my Tuesday nights anywhere but in the car listening to music and talking about our future. God, you make me feel like a little kid again. the sunset tonight doesn't even come close to how beautiful you make me feel and I love you so much that it hurts

you hate tattoos and that should make sense to me because you're afraid of commitment

i'm broken inside and all i can seem to do is trace the mountaintops i wish to climb onto your skin. i try to envision our future in your eyes but lately i can't see past the tears i'm hiding. when we're laying and my legs are tangled with yours it's so hard to look past that moment and realize all the **** enclosing us. i want nothing more than to stay in your arms all of the time but the world bangs on our door and reality hits and i have to face my fears

the voices in my head, they won't stop yelling
they won't stop telling me to give up
the migraine in my head is pounding from their voices
i wish i could **** the migraine in my head but i don't know how
the vicodin makes the pain go away but what about the voices