these flies are starting to
swarm around me as if
i'm some corpse, even though my
heart is still beating
i guess they can sense the stench of
death the reeks & lingers with my soul
the
flowers you planted in me are
starting to die out along with all my
hopes and wishes that i would run into you at
that coffee shop we would always go to
and i'd be able to look into
your eyes to see you broken and you'd
see i'm perfectly fine but
i'm not
i'll hide my hands from you so
you wouldn't see the scars i have from
picking up broken pieces with already
bleeding hands and
you've stopped watering my happiness
the day you decided to
drop everything
threw in the towel and
leave me waiting for you to say
'i'm here for you too'