The wildflower of the forest never has to explain herself to the trees.

the night echoes your absence

The girl with the dreams in her eyes.

Dream me if you want

but you never say goodbye, you disappear again and again, leaving me to wonder if this was the last time.

I miss you. I will always miss you.

Sometimes I need you to sit and watch me grieve the depth of a thousand fathoms deep.

She's such a pretty girl with sad as hell eyes.

a softness you never come back from

Memories are as vivid as lucid dreams and still I have both.

I dream of open fields, and these city lights have never felt like home.

a face full of stars and bones full of fire

I miss myself sometimes. The beauty of shedding one skin to become another.

I loved you before I knew I could

The love of my life didn’t come for my heart. He came for my throat.

My voice is a borrowed thing; only the silence is my own.

she lost too much in the fire, the ashes still pour from her throat on days it is too hard to breathe.

all these orphaned memories wandering the woods searching for home.

the butterfly's in my stomach are carving your name into the bone of my ribcage