she is an art i won't paint over

an open window to let august in

if i were a rain drop, I would linger on her window until the sun dried me up

the wind blows and my heart aches

i dont need sleep i need stars

i learned about strength holding the tiniest of things

she is sunflower, radiating light from the darkest heart

not now, im walking the slippery path of despair

waiting around like a stray dog just to see the moon

centered

i need to feel her on me like moonlight

under a sunlit tree with a book to read

did you wanna be bumblebees with me?

if i could write, id write you a field of flowers

Casual? My heart beats for her like thunder and every breath I take in holds the weight of her name in my chest. But yeah, casual.

I pour words into these feeds, but they’re not my reflection in full. They’re pages in a book, not the whole story. I’m bigger than what fits on this screen. I leave space for you to breathe between the lines.

keep it in your chest lover boy

they found me broken with a pocketful of sunsets and sadness

She's the kind of girl you give flames, not flowers.