delete me,
you always have the power
to download again.

muscles don’t get weary
for every day tasks.
you’ve become a chore.

isn’t it funny
my dreams and thoughts of you
have given me more
than you ever could

the dandelion seeds fly onto my nose
out of instinct, i dust the feathers of blown wishes
until they fall to the pavement
to die like all the others.

i don’t want
to feel the need
of filling a silence
with shallow, empty words
for the so-called "satisfaction"
of peace.

the air smells different when you’re in love.
deathly sweet, and laced with worry.
truly intoxicating.

my sweet flavor.
i couldn’t taste
my mint leaves
anymore.

my raspberry scent.
i couldn’t smell
my fading aroma
anymore.

my clear vision.
i couldn't see
my lovely sky
anymore.

blurry.
blurry.
blurry.

but somehow,
it seemed like
the world
was showing
its true colors.