Pretty Heartattacks

I tried to forget, but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones…all day I pluck their petals, but I have not ascertained…whether you love me or not…

badass.

…you can send me dead flowers every morning.

…it seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart.

…by plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

queen bee.