light — featherlike —
risen into the depths
of tranquility

my butterflies adored you;
attracted by the soft lingering scent
of the flower crown that ever so
graciously rested
on your pretty locks.

as a phantom of the night
i wandered into
my state of euphoria
where none of my ponders
oppressed me.

i was the one Almighty

i vividly remember us together
sitting by the sunflower fields
they were all turned to you
it had been a cool summer day
yet i had felt warm
next to you

a bucket full of withered roses
two repeated sentences —
both still lingered in the room

Echo repeating:
he loves me
he loves me not

she was not heard
another unrequited love
in the midst of a stillness

i guess i should feel
somewhat honored
to have seen past your
mask painted a deer

you left me
shattered, everything
we had gathered in that
glass box —
into pieces

i should have known
glass is vulnerable

yet it is the most beautiful sight
when the light hits it,
it refracts
covering its surroundings
with rainbows —
thousands of them

but now it is gone
i am broken