his laughter planted a seed in my heart
as it grew he claimed me
i was his and only his
i began producing fruit
so we just sat there and ate it together

the way the syllables tripped off her tongue
like an unkept secret, or a phone that only rung
and the way that she trudged, without her feet
a colossal blizzard, a war ending in defeat
but it wasn't her heart, it was her mind
a clock that stopped ticking, visions gone blind
she cant help but ponder who she would be
if the apple had just fallen, away from the tree

a sunflower blooms
while the wave crashes through the sand
a fiery sunset we grab with both hands
that field full of mushrooms
starts to spread on our tree
we both pick a few and take several bites
longing to embark on that electric flight
our energies mix until we are free
i see the universe in you
you feel the universe in me
and when the sun finally meets the sea
we learn life isn't living if you're just floating through

we treat everyone as if they are a broken puzzle
only to be fixed by finding their missing pieces
in people and things and places
a constant longing for something to fill the voids
it took me seven years to realize
we are not made of puzzles, we are made of mirrors
countless mirrors reflecting anything and everyone surrounding
reflecting everything we hide inside us
and the universe within us all
yet we go and destroy people
break every layer of their glass
then take the sharp pieces to stab at their universe
and still we wonder why we have bad luck

they say ignorance is bliss
at the time it felt like honey
he would hold me tight, tell me he needed me
and blow dandelions all over me
his manipulations jogging with the breeze
deceptively warm and painless
a little seed landed smoothly on my forehead
the fruit of my thoughts became sweetly warped
i decided i was living for him
one seed slammed straight into my heart
my emotions became purely twisted
the seeds started to fester in every crevice of my life
soon enough they were growing inside of me, and moving for me
then the honey began to drip down
every day since he left
i blow and blow, planting a little seed for him everywhere i go
hoping if he sees them
he will love dandelions again, and we will be honey again

i've never been good with finish lines
the finale is always the most anxious part
but the moment i met you
i became okay with any ending