#hanahaki
Proof
that love only wounds the one who dares
Better not acknowledge,
The love that'll choke me to death
Cause love is the mightiest;
can twist my lungs into a garden
Though it is nothing short of beauty,
It'd not let me breathe.
Watered with every fleeting glance,
Fed with every hushed word,
Love, as well as blooms,
Burgeons evermore within this quiet ache
In the moon's soft embrace,
I cough crimson-touched petals,
Cupped in my trembling palms,
With the tender certainty of love unanswered
Thorns pierce my throat,
What else could it be, if not pain?
But, the pain, pales against what my heart endures
A simple cure, they claim:
wrench the petals from my lungs.
But wait —
to rip the bloom is to rip the root,
and the root has grown
where my soul begins.
At the point,
Would be a choice
Life?
Or Love?
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 12:19 PM UTC
I looked at you
And you looked back
I smiled at you
And you smiled at me
I felt a flutter in my chest
And the seed was sown.
When I called, you answered
When I laughed, you laughed with me
You made me feel happy
You made me feel alive
You made me feel like me
And the seed had sprouted.
I told you I liked you
You said you did too
You held my hand and kissed me softly
You made me feel like I was floating
You whispered in my ear as if we were everything
But when I said I wanted forever, you told me to wait.
So I waited
And waited
And waited.
The sprout had long since grown
Into a beautiful rose
Wrapping its roots around my lungs
Reminding me when you would
Wrap your arms around me
Hold me close
And tell me that you loved me.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Your roots had embedded themselves in my chest
Slowly suffocating me
But even then,
It was nice to have your arms around me
To feel your embrace
So I welcomed the suffocation
As long as it meant I had you.
Even when the flower bloomed
And clawed its way out of my chest
I could only stare as it stole my breath.
It was my love for you.
It was beautiful.
It was yours.
So despite my shaking arms
I smiled
And I gave it to you.
Even as I felt my heart slow
Even as I watched you crush my love
With your own two hands
I couldn’t help but admire
How much the red suited you.
Dripping down your arm
Was my love.
My everything.
And that was enough.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
These pretty flowers
Flowers in my aching lungs
are looking like you
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Tu és um milhão de coisas;
Desejos, pesadelos, alucinações que nem bálsamos aplacam
Olho ao meu redor, e lá estás,
Porém, em meu ser, não te sinto.
A voz do povo, como um roubo de opiniões, revela a lógica
E o absurdo,
Pois o verbo é o que é,
E também o que não pode ser.
Antigas poesias,
Clamando às estrelas e à lua,
Mais um divertimento fugaz.
Sentimentos que não encontram sentido em tua mente turvada,
Como uma epiléptica a observar um estroboscópio sem fim.
Tu fizeste flores brotarem em meus pulmões
E em meu peito;
Embora formosas sejam,
Não consigo respirar.
Arrancaria tais flores e te as entregaria,
Um ramo de “eu te amo” que jamais foram ditos.
Teu nome, como gelo, cala meu coração.
Espero, aguardo, pela próxima mensagem,
Risadas que me impelirem ao retorno,
Ansiedade que confunde o pensamento,
Sofrendo por males que não ocorreram… ou ainda ocorrerão?
Na minha sepultura, portas se fecham,
Meu corpo se desfaz,
As flores se tornam parte de mim,
Pouco chegam a mim as vozes que falam
De uma fantasia.
Resta, enfim, a solidão.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
rosas brancas eram sua paixão
flores tão puras quanto ela
das mesmas que com sangue, vomitei o botão
quando os espinhos arranhavam minha goela
eu percebia que aquilo não doía tanto
quanto não poder ter ela
morri de amor, sufoquei-me com o buquê
pós-vida, olhei meu corpo e me perguntei
Se a paixão nos move, então por quê?
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 12:17 PM UTC
Her eyes were filled with love
But she wasn't looking at me
Even though it physically hurt
She was happy
Every time she looked at him
My throat burned and ached
I watched her as i was violently coughing up the beautiful red pedals
Knowing i was going to die
Because i knew she would never look at me
The way she looked at him
And for some reason not loving her
Hurt more then the pedals themselves
Her beauty couldn’t compare to the throned flowers
Rapidly blooming in my throat
I would happily die knowing
That i died loving her
I was going to hold on
Despite the feeling of being set on fire
And knowing exactly how this was going to turn out
But i wanted to die with the little dignity i had left
My vision got blurry
blood dripped from my lip
My throat began to close
And With one last breath
The flowers consumed my smiling dead body
That beautiful hanahaki
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Your body
All angles and edges in place of curves
Your neck
Cinnamon, turmeric and salt
Your skin
Wheat-dark like pages of a well-worn book
Your atlas back
Arched like a cello’s waist
Your elegant fingers
Graze the ivory shell of my ear
Your hollow collarbone
Perched like a sycamore branch
Crawling its way up
My pelvis
My sternum
My throat
Until finally hanahaki springs forth
From my welcoming lips.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
my heart
beating for you
and blossoms
reaching up like hands from my pulsing heart
growing towards the sun,
(woven in the clouded sky)
flowers blooming upwards from my throat
clusters of amaryllis.
forget me nots
(please don’t forget me when I disappear)
florets and what not
dripping,
spilling
out of my mouth held wide open
as beautiful as fire,
stinging with blood,
sprouting from the cracks in between my teeth
how they flourish as I decay
reaching up until
my heart no longer
beats for you
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
I see so often
others happy alongside their love
saying love saved them
I hear so often
others asking me who I'm into
if I have a crush or want a lover
I used to be okay alone
I needed to love myself before I could love another
I wasnt searching for happiness in love
But these days I feel
l o n e l y
I dont need someone else to love me
I don't want someone else to hold me
I'm fine by myself
What I want is to love someone else
These days i find myself not caring about anyone
I want to feel affection towards the world around me
I want my heart to jump out of my chest and latch onto the next person I see
I want
I want
Maybe I want to drown in petals
Just like back in 9th grade
The last time I remember loving someone else
To no prevail I fell in love
I beat myself
Burned myself and scratched myself
Ripped myself apart for her
And I want it back
To suffocate helplessly in the delicate blooms of unrequited affection
To fall asleep covered in a sick mixture of ****** tears
To destroy myself for the sake of someone else
Oh to be in love
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
the mouse started off like any ordinary mouse
annoying, small, and persistent.
the nymph tried to take good care of him, and he was treasured to her.
the mouse came limping back to her, after his daily battle with the world
she nursed him back to health
as the nymph cared more for the little mouse, she spurted out pellets of blood and flowers
the mouse tried to stop her
but it was too late.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
sometimes i look into your clear brown eyes and
wish you would like my pasty ones
but even though you've never clarified my deeply rooted knowledge
i know you agree with me, the flowers spurting from my mouth coated with a red, metallic taste
knowing this taste will not go away,
i blame myself
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
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?
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
the flowers bloomed under my chest cavity;
overtaking my ribs,
suffocating my lungs,
growing a garden right from
the bottom of my heart.
the roots dug inside my organs;
piercing my flesh,
crawling up my throat,
squeezing out my air and gripping
the words down under.
theres a garden of heartbreak that
bloomed just for you.
stealing my pulses,
stopping my heartbeats,
waiting for something you cant give;
your love.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
petals
spilling from my lips
speckles of blood
adorning them
growing
in my lungs
from one-sided love
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
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ᵃˢ ᵗᵒˣᶦᶜ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ
ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
i can no longer say i love you
without coughing up
a calyx of petals, darling;
a flower,
for every written poetry,
a flower,
for each metaphor for your eyes.
a flower,
for each pillow-talk,
for each time i looked for
your amber eyes in a crowd,
a flower,
for each sunset wish
and each love letter buried
at the end of every song, darling —
a flower, for each time
i say i love you
without trying to say your name —
a flower for each time
i listen
to pareidolias of your voice
mixed
with the pitter-patters of the rain.
just a flower, i thought.
but darling, my lungs are now a garden
of your favorite flowers;
they are now a garden
of all the times
i tried to unlove you
and all the times
i ever failed.
darling, they are now a garden
of all my i love you’s
and all the
i love you too’s
you won’t
ever
say.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
i see you, hazel-green eyes
light face littered with shaded freckles like stars
your favorite color is purple
you love caramel candies
and musical theatre
i see your face light up when you talk about your dreams
your smile clear and bright
but you dont see me
thorns scraping my insides as the vines wind their way around my organs
squeezing the blood out of my heart
i choke on it and spit out dripping rose petals
burned and charred leaves from the flame you lit in me
i'm trying to hold my breath
for every breath i take, the bristles scar my lungs
tearing my heart into unrequitable shreds
but
you dont see me as i slowing, painful
drift away into the ****** petals
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you
Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you
You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you
Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you
Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
your name on my lips,
a whisper in the night
-ten thousand enunciations,
do you even know my name?
what’s my name?
they fall like rain
white and pink and red and blue,
fluttering wings, little butterflies
you call them pretty,
as they cascade to the floor,
little whirlwinds,
tiny storms.
roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.
in my dreams,
you twirl me around,
soft hands in my hair,
eyes on mine,
golden mornings and moonlit nights.
each morning, morning i wake in your arms,
every night we’re under the garden’s bridges,
a soft waltz,
for softer caresses,
and yet the petals fall all around.
roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.
i don’t dream anymore,
all my days i lay in the sunlight
-dreams of mornings fill my head,
as i grasp rose petals,
strewn like dreams all around.
summer turns to winter,
spring won’t come for me,
the last spring i’ll ever know,
there are rose petals on top of me and i’m six feet below.
roses, roses,
they all fell down,
you didn’t pick up my petals
so now i’m ashes in the ground.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Do you see them, love?
All of these small, pretty things?
Drops of crimson upon white
They float away from me, proof of my blight—
Do you see it now, love?
The blooms that have taken hold in me,
The roots that cramp my chest,
They leave little room for much else, love—
For in the end, love,
These blooms were for you.
The pain they caused,
The havoc they reaped,
Every last petal drips for you.
Do you see it now, love?
The stolen glances,
The soft caresses,
The smiles that were only for you?
I hope you see it now, love
And choke on it as hard as I have for you.
They have taken hold and they are not going to leave
These soft blooms that will inevitably spell my doom
I wish you could have seen it sooner, love—
For these petals I bleed, I bleed them all for you.
The blooms have taken over, now,
There’s really nothing left to do
Wait and watch in horror and aghast
As my lungs are drained of life
The thorns pierce my heart and veins, love—
Yes, there’s nothing here for you
Except to weep for all of the things you couldn’t see
But now, with death, you do.
A glorious cascade of beauty falls around me
Shades of red cover my face
Petals float among the spots in my vision
You cry in the unearthly still
As the heartbreak disease finds its purpose finally fulfilled.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC