Can you hear flowers? (poetry)

My bones would be cold now cause there's nothing to love.

I run, I built walls and I will hide away like a ghost cause we don't bleed the same, it's the different paper & pen.

Nights were colder, even sheets were cold but I wasn't lonely but now where is he? Nowhere near me cause I pushed him away.

He would probably search me high and  low of the night But he would never know that we bled the same.

I won't cry so he won't but we just break that way anyways.

I don't know what you think but hope you liked it.