I once heard someone say not to make homes out of people.

I couldn't quite grasp the idea of what that had meant until I planted seeds of myself in skin that wasn't mine and in a body I didn't own.

I slowly started to see the roots forming around your ribcage, all the way through to your smile and the lines on your hands.

When I was with you I could see the flowers sprouting out through your mouth exploding into more with each laugh. And when you'd kiss me I'd feel the roots in my soil growing stronger.

You were the most iridescent flower I had ever made a home of.