voice pt. 2
and he speaks his voice like flowers, a light breeze whistling in my ear and a cotton shirt against my skin, all at once. he is so lovely, so unaware of it, and it breaks my heart. this man, this boy, i don't know, has broken my heart before even knowing its rhythm. he is so beautiful and i don't want him to ever leave, so that ghost my fingertips up his arm, chest, his jaw, and cheek, lifting his head up to meet my eyes.
flowers
the flowers are oh so delicate
much like your state
like a touch on a dandelion
will break off and flake
flowing softly, getting lost in the wind
your mind is going places, not staying pinned
sometimes they’re dark
four walls of sadness
they surround you with taunts
a house full of madness
sometimes they’re calm
like breathing in fresh grass
you make these thoughts last
and you stay in the past