Broken where I should’ve been safe…
Never meant for me anyway.
My house was never home,
Only shadows, sorrow, and pain.

I wither like a dying rose,
Bloom through agony,
Then crumble again.
There is no solace, no escape—
Only endless suffering.

Where does my mind linger…?

I live in you, in your bones
⠀⠀⠀⠀the delicate coils of your mind
I made you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀i formed the thoughts you find,
The moods carry.
⠀⠀⠀⠀your blood whispers my name;

As for the sea
I will look for it
in the depths of your eyes