Fallen cherry blooms,
Sticks to my wet skin like grief,
Brief and hard to hold.

The roses never asked,
Why you didn’t return home.
It just bloomed and died.

In the wet forest,
A carcass cradled by moss.
Life feeds on its loss.

"Pretty".
Blurted my mind when I,
First laid my eyes on you.
The way you laugh,
The way you smile,
The way you stand there pretty.
Is this what I should uhh,
Really be saying about a guy?
I do not know..

But what I do know is that,
It tickles?
The way you call my name,
Oh so endearingly.
The way I am reflected,
In your eyes, only me.
The way you laugh so contagiously,
Over my dumbest of jokes.
It tickles.

And I wish, I knew then.
What started out as admiration,
Became something I fear most.
Because the moment,
My heart voluntarily beats for you,
Was the day I would lose,
A part of me forever.
The part of me that,
Refused to believe in love.

Started to believe,
In Loving Only You.

I like my poems flawed,
I like my poems human.

Your ship,
Is not mine to sail,
I am only damaged goods,
And you're not.