flowers
Plucking Flowers
Although my heart
Feels
As if it will never beat right
Again
I will never stop
Hoping
The petals will keep
Falling
Broken Ribs
I could feel the tearing inside
Slowly ripping along my heart
When I got your flowers
Bundled together in beauty
Bright and alive
Their colors burned my eyes
I let them die
Watched them wither up
In a dry vase
Blocked the light
So they too could choke in the blackness
Something that pretty shouldn’t be for me
I’m filled to the rim with impurity
You wouldn’t see it
Because you can’t see that which is invisible
Hurt that deep hides beneath bones
It makes it hard to breathe sometimes
But I deserve this hurt
So let me be
As I gasp for air