“The scentless plastic flower/It’s kinda different from the flowers I knew previously”

This difference makes all the difference, doesn’t it,
The way you smile and laugh seems stiff and practiced,
Yet it’s beautiful in its own way, looking through glass,
I can’t smell your fragrance but I admire you from afar.

“I can’t understand and I’m going crazy/Spinning my head”

Soon I feel myself falling, cascading soil of the flower ***,
You’re driving me crazy, I’m going crazy and crazy and crazy,
Yet I still pick you up, hold you close, feeling your plastic hardness,
It digs into my palm and etches into my heart.

“This is a really intense lovesickness/No, it’s a harmful toxic”

I see right through your lies, your answers, your sharp brilliance,
I see the faded, dusty boy underneath, tired and worn and wondering

“I’m an ignorant loser when it comes to love methods”

It’s been five days since I’ve started, how many more days until it ends

“Come to my side as you’re such a waste beside that person/The person who can fill you up with your fragrance is here”

I remind myself your roots are not true,
Yet they grow and twist and beckon and poison
Looking for a lovesick girl to prey upon,
Looking for a loving girl to take from.

“I find you through buzzing/Buzzing towards you”

My secret becomes a disease, slowly traveling throughout,
If you were to be with me, you would feel it too.
Pain more than pleasure, that’s what real love is.
I’ll find you and teach you, plastic boy.

Love is reckless, not brave,
Love is selfish and selfless all in one,
Love is faithful, stupid, kind,
Love is all the simple things, but rewind

And love is pain, confusion,
Love is a battle won but a soul lost,
Love is a storm, the pelting rain like stones
Love is the plunging distance between the sky and the ocean.

Love is the touch of skin on skin,
Smiles and laughter at the end of the day,
Crackling bonfires and whispers of secrets,
The smell and texture of her hair.

Love is the sound of bullets firing,
Love is the feeling of dirt between toes,
Love is the groggy bewilderment of morning,
Love is the walk down a hill washed with dew.

Love is being late to all meals, except for dessert,
Love is passing plates around, clinking silverware,
Love is the scrape of chairs and static of noises,
Love is the shape of his eyes when he glances around.

Love is the smell of the air after the rain,
Love is the droplets running down his face,
Love is the pen brushing across the paper,
Love is the bunk beds and sleeping bags and chatter.

Love is the sky, the river, the mountain, and the meadow,
Love is the flashlights’ light and the stars brighter,
Love is the loneliness in the field of the empty night,
Love is the loose circle of young and old.

Love is lullabies at night, crevices of her face,
Love is the sound of soft rain against the roof,
Love is the breeze blowing through the open window,
Love is teasing and joking and breathless joy.

Love is a warm feeling in the chest,
An intertwining of fingers, a touch to the hair,
Love is a braid coming undone gradually,
Love is a heart that is beating endlessly.

The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound
Whispers in the gloom brushed by grass on the hill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.

Flowers bloom and are torn from the ground,
I remember but can’t forget, I have lost my will,
The bells struck twelve, shimmering sound.

There could be no other loss so profound,
It’s not winter but I feel a bone-deep chill,
Without you, my heart cannot be found.

Some days I feel as though I only weigh a pound,
I feel free, like the spring bird and its singsong trill,
The bells strike twelve, shimmer and sound.

The last time our eyes met I almost drowned,
It was a thunderstorm, a supernova, a paint spill,
Without you, my heart will never be found.

Time spins in a blur, round and round,
It’s been two years since I’ve seen you, until
One day, the bells struck twelve, the shimmer of sound,
Without you, my heart was finally found.