Splattered tears are stained on my shirt, as I think about the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
I don't want to see the light if it's not next to them, I don't want to cry for the stopped heartbeat.
Swollen red eyes due to sadness that isn't even here, but that one day it will, hurting me.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
