Your love taught me how to dream again, how to breathe again..
Added 2018-11-25 21:36:18 +0000 UTCYour love taught me how to dream again, how to breathe again. You filled all the wounds in my throat with roses. So that every breath I took was filled with an effervescent aroma that reminded me of you. And when you left, I choked, I choked on every last thorn in an attempt to swallow my venomous stupor, to forget the smell of roses. God, I hate roses. But know that I don’t hate you. I will love you until I learn to love myself again. Until I learn to breathe again. But until then, I leave you with this. ~ My first love turned me into a walking garden, to this day I still find myself vomiting dead petals.
