That's enough folds, enough roses,
a dozen more tulips placed in rows of four,
then rolled together into one small bouquet,
to be given to this imaginary person
who I'm too scared to ask.
and so I would rip them
disfiguring their useless shape to confetti,
falling in love with the air as
it dances, twirls, and floats.
Happy, as if I'm jealous.
lost in spirals of thoughts,
behind the taped up lies
waving, like a white flag.
Surrendering with white flowers.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
That's enough folds, enough roses,
a dozen more tulips placed in rows of four,
then rolled together into one small bouquet,
to be given to this imaginary person
who I'm too scared to ask.
and so I would rip them
disfiguring their useless shape to confetti,
falling in love with the air as
it dances, twirls, and floats.
Happy, as if I'm jealous.
lost in spirals of thoughts,
behind the taped up lies
waving, like a white flag.
Surrendering with white flowers.
