you are not the thorns that leave your lovers bleeding. you are not the sunflowers growing in your head. you are everything in between. you are everything all at once.
you are not purely made up of sunflowers and soft vanilla candles. nor are you purely made up of stardust and poetry. you're made up of thorns and bitter tastes. you're made up of thunderstorms and fractured words too.
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
With the wind, I run with the rain, I sob with the noise, I break With the ocean, I take you're the light I wanted to take but you choose to be dark with the air, you fade