17, Still Can't Swim

twelve

you are eating my sanity alive by how your trembling hands calm the heart of the world.

yves saint laurent boy wolfs cashmere coats down the street with psychedelic hair clips. for s/he hides himself in the closet of velvet stained daydream and you broke it open and showed the world that it is okay to be reborn in their one true form.

because you hated the way people hang power on their shoulders like a divine mantle to let the world quiver by their voice. your green thumb let the life flourish in a barren soil from your sweet caress. and you raised a quiet revolution by a thousand cuts for a country at war.

how could you leave when this world only needs you to breathe?

๓.
delilah