honey

❝ peonies. peonies growing out my chest. square on my heart where i last placed my hand. i smiled to myself, feeling the flora blossom from the cavities of my lungs which was filled with weeds. those were the weeds i was lost in, filled with self hatred, till a melody was heard. that voice made me move along to the beat, my heart synchronizing with myself. and the seedlings of pink flowers sprouts. it was the peonies, where i began healing, giving myself  strength to love myself because in the end thats the most important thing.❞