Her smile ignited in her toes and reached all the way up to the creases by her eyes as she laughed at him. "You can paint anything in the world and you choose to paint a flower?" She chuckled.

He thought about her words and decided to spill out the truth "I chose to paint this flower because it is beautiful and the only thing more beautiful than a flower is you. I cannot capture your laugh, the way you look at me, your whispered "I love you's", the blue hue of your eyes and your cheshire smile on a piece of paper. A thousand shades of paint couldn't even begin to do you justice, my love."

I remember when you stripped me of my lace and stockings, you gasped and said you've been waiting to see my bare soul in such a raw state for a long time

I wonder if when you stripped me of everything I loved, you gasped in your mind and realized you've been waiting to leave me in such a raw state for a long time.

A thick layer of smoke hung in the air and alcohol was pouring through the veins of every teenager living the night away in your friends basement. His parents weren't home and cups littered the ground and just about every flat surface. I remember seeing you sitting in the corner. A sad expression engraved in your face and not even the slightest thing could crack a smile out of you. Later that night I found you sobbing on the bathroom floor. I remember the distinct coldness of the tiled floor as I sat next to you. God, your heart was so broken, she really did you in. It was like a thousand tiny pieces of glass laid out on that bathroom floor. I tried so **** hard to pick up all the pieces, and once you saw me trying, your electrifying smile slowly reappeared. My hands has tiny cuts and bruises all over because there was so much of your broken heart to pick up. Once I finished, I looked up to see you were gone. And that's when I realized my mistake. You didn't need me, you just needed someone. Someone to put you back on your feet and send you on your way, not a silly girl whose heart ached for you, not a silly girl who spent that whole night picking up the shards of your breaking heart, not a silly girl who thought for one second, you needed her back.

You hang the shining stars in my sky and paint the delicate moon with sweet words.
The twinkle of your eyes reflect against the pale moon gleam and I think I have found my universe in your eyes.
You're oh so divine and I wouldn't mind spending a lifetime by your side.

I'm laying down and facing the ceiling of my bedroom. I stare with a blank state apparent in my eyes and it feels like the walls are closing in on me. The room is getting smaller and I'm playing your favorite song on the radio. The lyrics are flooding my veins and the room is getting smaller. I feel like I'm suffocating with your presence even though it's lacking beside me. I keep playing your favorite song and I continue to stare up at this stupid insipid ceiling that's doing my thoughts no good. The walls are finally caving in on me and my heart is cracking. You have finally accomplished what you've been trying to do all along, you have broken me to the point of no return. I will forever be a dusted pile of passion, love and regret beneath your feet.

I love the sky when it's first gently woken from a deep slumber. The majestic shades of dark crumble off and create a light purple glow. The town below is still nestled in a peaceful rest and the streets are full of unforgettable silence. I love the sky at this moment because I sit on the back porch of my house and reflect on the life in which I live. The moon kisses the sun and promises to return the next night and the sun begins to take it's rightful spot on the burning pedestal in the middle of the atmosphere. I believe in many ways we are like the sun and the moon. Even though we never stay together for long, our promises to return are everlasting. I find serenity in knowing that even if I am to be whisked away by the sun, moon and stars somedays, that I am always able to crawl back to you, sooner or later.