For the Lonely souls

citrus and flowers

Flowers fill my bones until winter

If i stitch up your thoughts

I might just make a warm buttery quilt

Tell me I'm right, precious friend of mine

Even if I'm wrong

That the sweet sugary confectionery through the store's window

can stock up your stomach until September next year

Though most nights, I don't want to wear these rose colored glasses

Most nights I want my arms crossed tight against my chest until my heart slip up to my throat

Choking me to my night dreams

I can still feel the needles embedded in my bed

My hand presses to find it, to let it out

But it won't pop out

The hanged white bedsheets make a nice shelter

The smell of citrus and flowers reminds me of the first boy i fell in love with

I wonder if i continued to walk straight and away from him

Not look behind the frames

But tell me, friend of mine...

Is it okay if i die a few more times?

I promise I'll breathe again

I promise I'll smile until my cheeks rip open

I just want to turn my bloodstains into a masterpiece...