Dear Love,
stop planting yourself in the empty parts of me
you bloom into beautiful flowers
but it suffocates me
with these roots that run deep in me
it's hard to rid your weeds.
you left me with an open chest full of love-
for something that will never come to me
yet you still grow
when will you cease to exist within me?
or will forever you occupy me
and destroy my insides with your garden?
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
if my love was an ocean
that was ever-flowing and engulfing
you would’ve been a sailor
who wanted nothing more
than to live on it
i never would’ve guessed you were seasick
you must've been crazy
to want to be swallowed whole
by my love
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 5:29 PM UTC
open up your chest raw and gaping
the insides of yourself; what you’re made of
should be vulnerable
and only then will love plant itself in your
cracks
flowers will begin to fill in their place
it may become suffocating
since you need your lungs to breathe
but it’ll be “oh, so, real”
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC
cascading in my chest an ocean of thoughts
spills itself
and although beautiful-
the moment i stepped in, i began to drown
why do you seem so far away from me-
when i see you on the surface?
oh, right, it’s the ravine between us
it leaves me sunken
deep at the bottom
under blankets of blue
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC