dear, i fear, a sickness spread while we laid requited in bed
and love, just can’t look you in the eye
pretty sure I’d turn to stone, or die
my tachycardia’s starting to catch flames from these ruminations
and the flowers i bought have gotten soggy in my hesitation
because what good are hands that hold if all they do is shake
and what good are flowers if they’re held so insecure
in a cracked and fractured vase
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
dear, i fear, a sickness spread while we laid requited in bed
and love, just can’t look you in the eye
pretty sure I’d turn to stone, or die
my tachycardia’s starting to catch flames from these ruminations
and the flowers i bought have gotten soggy in my hesitation
because what good are hands that hold if all they do is shake
and what good are flowers if they’re held so insecure
in a cracked and fractured vase
