Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers

Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers

Three months and I still remember it

Three months and I know its never really over

Three months and I'm still standing here

Three months and I'm getting better, yeah

Three months and I still am

Three months and its still harder, now

Three months I've been living here without you now

Three months and I'm still sober

Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers

His favorite flowers….were moonflowers….It only blooms at night

We'd used to stay up

At night just to watch those giant flowers unfold, like a butterfly

In the field behind Patricia's house…

I loved how the moonlight

Reflected Against his hair and his pale, piercing eyes…..

So, so, so beautiful he was…..

But back then I was in love, so deep. Maybe I was haunted by his existence, even more so now, by his death……. How could a beautiful, majestic creature like that……

Just die?

Where are you? I need you….

Louder the voices in my head

Whispers taunting, all the things you said

Now you're gone, and I'm still crying

Shocked, broken, I'm dying inside

Who took you away from me?

It was no one

But yourself

That's why my favorite flower is the rose……

Equally as beautiful, but it comes with a price

Pain

Possibly representing my own pained soul….

Beauty is so so so so cruel.

It broke my heart

Every time I saw his face…..