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A dumb poem from a year ago
Our lips brushed
Warmth bloomed
And my skin fizzled
Pop
Pop
Pop
Po-
flat.
Sticky with a flavor we were unfamiliar with.
A drink, warm and forgotten.
A bittersweet taste lingers on my tongue
Is it the same for you?
Locked inside
A garden, growing smaller each day
petals against my eyelids
My cheek
My lips
Pushing down my throat
My sweet Forget-Me-Not
Delicate and fragile
Pressed safetly between my pages
The folds of my body
The story of my heart.
Buried.
Posted this on Twittter, may or may not regret this lmao
I had a dream.
Vines poured from my scars, my skin.
Climbing around my body.
Closing around my neck.
Blurring my vision.
I look up at the sky, tears in my eyes.
And see the most beautiful flowers bloom.
Breathtaking. Peace.
