flowers are growing inside your lungs,
and the umbrella that you’re under does not prevent the rain from falling on you

the flowers are getting bigger, making it hard to breathe
because what used to be beautiful is now overwhelming

the flowers, like the love you feel, is taking all the space in your body;
that’s all you can think about
and there’s no space left for yourself
in your own heart

who are you becoming ?

the roots are growing in your stomach
and your chest is cracking open
to let the petals reach the rainy weather
leaving you imploding in an awful mess of emptiness

the wind is blowing inside your body
everything feels cold with this hurricane taking place in your heart
you wonder if there’s anything of you left
in this pile of skin and flesh and blood

where are you ?

you thought it would never happen again
you thought you’d never let the flowers take that much space in you
like they did in the past

maybe one day you’ll learn to love another soul
without destroying yours in the process