Through wildest gardens I trespass.
Across barbed wire and flowers
planted by my best friends I crawl.
Only to fall through you
with forbidden rivers.

I follow you into the sun,
as it climbs clocks in my mind.
I find comfort in the thorns
as they tear my flesh,
and I bleed my own tears of dandelions.

With birthday candles you would hold me.
With shooting stars I can ask you
for your lips to write letters to my own,
Without the fear of doors confessing.

Call me in the early hours.
Admire me as I jump from the window.
I can cross your cigarette mind,
as streetlights and headlights dream of me.

I commit suicide in your arms
with whispers choking me.
Silent screams reach only you
who knows the sirens of my car
as I drive further away.

I miss your heaven.
I desire your volumes.
And weep for your hands.

Binge our universe
where we sleep together
underneath oak trees
and among flowers which we together planted.
growing uncontrollably through the barbed wire.