Flower petals are basically people
Please join me in my thoughts
Soft, like the skin of their pale skin in the moonlight
They all get ripped away, by choice or swept away by the slick, rough wind
Touchable, as I glide my small fingers over your body and savor each crease and wrinkle and smile
Beautiful, vibrant, and spindly stems that builds you up and up
Sticky, after those accidental mishaps
And breakable, like me and all of you
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
