"am i a lesbo?" i ask myself.

hanahaki disease

prompt: hanahaki disease, a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from a one-sided love
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people say, spring is when the world becomes alive; flowers blossom a new awakening, colourful splotches of nature fill up dull minds, they catch whiffs of floral scents and fruity aromas. spring is life, spring is present, spring is love.

love, a pleasant fleeting feeling everyone adores; love, like drugs it taints your senses into addiction; love, like pink balloons and silk ribbons decorating one's heart and mind. at first, candy-sweet numbness pops on your tongue, flowers bloom in your head.

he, who shone blindingly bright amongst the moon and stars, glistened paths with his illuminating smile. he, who stood dangerously tall amongst mountains and steep hills, sheltered those who have trouble coming their way. he, who showed you the entirety of the world, no matter the hideous or beauty it holds.

however, as days go by, pillow drenched in tears, petals scattered across your bedroom floor, flowers bloom in you, unable to breathe. gag after gag, cough after cough, dreaded purples and pinks on your palm cloud your vision and clog your lungs.

crystal tears fog up mere light, unbearable pain beating furiously against your body, that boy still paints fluorescent and neon in your gnarly soul. you gather one final breath, though difficult yet with ease. he remains in you, colourful and unreachable; while you lay breathless on marble tiles, overflown petals but no one is invited.