A bunch of sunflowers, a batch of pink tulips
A bush of roses and the oppressive jasmine.
I've kept them in the sun, like you said.
I worry often, they seem to wilt and die
Without even a little blossom.
It's the prime of spring, the butterflies forsake my garden.
The once lush leaves are now yellow and muddy,
the earth underneath fuzzy and dry.
They stay still, even though I water them everyday with your love.
A large gush of wind brought along a violent thunderstorm. I stood there covering the cadaver with my hands. The yellow leaves drenched with water drops. My teeth clattered and my toes were cold.
I don't know how, darling but I watched your love catch fire even under a downpour of the heaviest rain.

The moon at night it sings me lullabies and pulls the ocean awake.
i look at the stars and they twinkle with my fate.
i have seen the blue skies and the gray clouds both heavy with anticipation.
i have escaped rainbows in the attempt to get to their end.
i run from things and sometimes cling too hard.
i get thirsty but then i swallow the sun.
i build over the ruins of my mind, shattered all across.
i hug tightly.
and let go easily.

My story has a castle. it's white with walls so high that the eyes strain to see the end.
There's an oak tree here. i lay down under it and watch the branches separate the blue of the sky.
Sometimes a butterfly brushes by me cheek and i lay still and i hope it comes back. i watch the birds with beady eyes and pretty feathers beat their wings across the air.
i shuffle on the grass and scratch my itchy knees.
Sometimes i lay on my stomach in my bed, and watch out the window when i can't sleep. do you know there are tragedies in the stars that no one can imagine?
i braid my hair and yell into my pillow. a strip of sunlight is wrapped around my feet. it's heavy and tight.
imagine watermelon slices sticky on your fingers and spewing seeds around making wishes. i paint my nails a tacky color.
i think of you a lot. i think if you had tried to scale the walls, i'd have let you in first.