I am changing with the weather
Transitioning with hopeful eyes
Yearning for a positive outcome
This time

Sometimes with the sun on my back
Others with the wind in my hair
But this thunder forever remains
In my chest

Sunshine won't change how I feel
Cloudy thoughts still steam up inside
What a way to go through life, eh?
All alone

Seasons mean nothing in Ireland
It rains more in summer than not
Colour me pink but I'll still be blue
Deep down

She was in church thinking about him, praying God wouldn't notice
He had cut open her chest to steal her heart
She tried to fill the empty space by planting wild flowers in her lungs
Wild flowers wrapped around her lungs
She had become an overgrown garden
Lungs collapsing, begging for forgiveness one last time

In your own impulse,
Open the bottle.
Put his breath inside,
Close it.
Put the bottle on your chest,
and sleep...
-d.a

She burnt the colour of poison to your teeth
and you've spent the last year brushing them with bleach
just trying to rid the taste of her name off your tongue.
She uprooted all the flowers you planted in her hair
and she threw you to the wolves
because she didn't think you could handle the puncture wounds,
but you crawled fifty miles just to bleed out on her doorstep
and she never came down stairs to see your blood dripping from the porch.
My baby,
I know she made you feel like wind was getting trapped between your ribs
and your organs were losing space to pump your heart back into place.
I know she turned your spit into bitter regret
and beat the screams out from your chest,
I know you're frightened of the gap between my thighs
and all the lovers they have held,
but darling non before you have ever felt so sweet.
We're both still exhaling the fumes past lovers poured down our throats
*but maybe if we kiss for long enough
the chemicals will react and we can disintegrate together.