I am tearing every flower out from inside of myself
and replacing them with thorns.
I am feeling this fully, painfully, everything is heavy.
I am diving into the needles of this memory
and I am not coming up for air
until I have poured every drop of your name
out of my mouth.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
I am tearing every flower out from inside of myself
and replacing them with thorns.
I am feeling this fully, painfully, everything is heavy.
I am diving into the needles of this memory
and I am not coming up for air
until I have poured every drop of your name
out of my mouth.
