sea fairy.

Before they could fully grasp what love was, it took itself away from them. The person who had been their introduction to this feeling had all in one been their takeaway to heaven and hell. The blissful part of it had been brief compared to the suffering they had to retain. It sucked truthfully, the exasperation of the mere memory. The accumulation and liberation of the truth. They should've seen it coming. Should've seen the end of the relationship but their love poisoned mind had been oblivious to it until it had been reduced to nothing. They were alone again, but unlike last time, they now owned a broken heart.

The moment that you start picking petals to determine if your love will blossom, the faster will it wither.

The trail of fairy dust is lonesome and singular, and as I perch on the tree we once promised to get to, I spot your initials carved deeply into the wood. You’ve traveled farther depths than me but I will always be grateful that you taught me how to fly.

i miss when i was everything to you. all of our promises to eachother are lost at sea but even so, i lay here searching like a stubborn sailor. did i mean anything to you? how could you throw it all away so easily?

I'm dangerous and you're a risktaker. It works out.

Your eyes are so delicately coated with strokes of green. You are beyond wild and adventurous, the forest's favored person.

Everytime I come close to learning more about you, you always somehow manage to tear off that page. But I won't give up. Even if it takes time to glue those pieces together I will always be patient for you.