Apr 2020
falling is all i can do
simple words are being said
the plain, brittle truth
forget about the plain girl he thinks
or so he acts
riling up in my throat is the metallic taste of blood
i can taste daisies, roses, and all sorts of blossoms
he is only slightly aware
sighing causes the petals to float out
and i hide my ink markings in shame
does he call me out?
or even think my name?
simple words are being said
the plain, brittle truth
forget about the plain girl he thinks
or so he acts
riling up in my throat is the metallic taste of blood
i can taste daisies, roses, and all sorts of blossoms
he is only slightly aware
sighing causes the petals to float out
and i hide my ink markings in shame
does he call me out?
or even think my name?
i used hints of that one fictional disease of unrequited love making you cough up flowers. i used to really like using those visuals. anyway, this was about liking a boy who didnt know the extent of how i felt for him. i wrote this about a boy i loved at the time. we're still really good friends now, and i love him like a brother
