You missed a piece
when you broke my heart
here it is
(it's yours anyway)

you loved the smell of the flowers I bloomed,
and called your love unconditional,
but when I showed my roots,
you burned them,
only to watch me squirm.

there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak

I hope to be
one of those people
who never lets you forget:
you are loved.

She is soil,
earth and pure.
I run her through my hands
and she falls
through my fingers.

Broken ship lost in a stormy sea
You were my lighthouse
but your flame died out for me.

Love makes a home in the hurt of the heart

My absolute dearest
put a hand over your left chest
feel that beat
the energy it takes to pulse
You are not alone
you have an army inside you

Don't give up on your life
if not for other,
at least for your organs.

They work so hard to keep you alive.

Whenever I steal a glance at you
No matter how fleeting the image is in my memory
The photographer in me comes to life, trying
Trying to note the focal point of your body
The light source
Shadows, colors, position
blink
The artist in me turns on, and
I secretly trace the outline of your shoulders
I recreate every single strand of your hair
On invisible paper
blink
The poet in me struggles to the surface, attempting
Attempting to describe the texture of the skin
I never touched, the lips I haven't kissed
Wanting to put into words feelings I can't even fathom
blink
All the while, the student in me desperately tries
Not to let the inevitable sigh escape from my lips
In the middle of class
Whenever I steal a glance at you