we are selcouth flower petals on plants that never considered their pots would be moved from their infinitesimal places on the windowsill
when the leaves brushed, a strange ebullience of euphoria erupted in misshapen fireworks displays
the radiance was blinding, but provided a pain that oddly pleasurable
vines amalgamate and coalesce still, twining together and combining with strangled whispers
amatory acts and emotions permeate the petrichor of distance, and the indefatigable thoughts continue strongly

sometimes, i plan out
who i would write letters to
if i were to commit
but then i realize that yours
would contain far too many
memories
stories
apologies
adjectives
metaphors
polysyllable­s
and would take the rest of my natural life
to finish

here is my heart,
sorry if its sticky,
ive just tried to
glue it back together
for you

here is my mind,
sorry if its a bit messy,
i just got done
clearing out the dust
from the voices there

here is my hand,
sorry if its twisted,
ive just got out of
the cast it was in
from falling for you

you're digging my grave
with a ***** made of
rose petals and poems

i cant see the deep hole yet
because i've closed my eyes
so you can show me the way
to the land of happy you once
whispered to me about in the
light of a bonfire on the sand

i don't think
i'll be able
spot the decay
until i'm neck
deep in dirt

hopefully the cage around my heart
finally (lets) me go free tonight
my feet are ready to (run)
and sprint and fly
(away) from all the things
that have me stapled to rhe ground,
i am not put (together) like i should be anymore