paper

by the name of flowers

i used to wish a lot on the cracks
in the concrete. hopped over one
and mumbled innocent dreams that
the sky had no use or time for. maybe
no good comes from wishing on
imperfection, but i didn't stop.

cold concrete grazing my cheeks
was a second nature. i always fell off
my bike on my way home from
school, body flying over the handles
and falling face-first. sometimes
i'd just lie on the cold street and
wished that someone would find me.
most days i just stared at the flowers
(mother said they were weeds) that
grew in the cracks. i liked them a lot.
within the broken lies something
beautiful.

i was fifteen. biking was childish.
wishing on cracks was too. i gave
my heart to a boy with eyes like
hellebores but he dropped it on
the floor, and that, was that. i didn't
have the heart to pick it back up so
i left it their and watched my the
space in my ribcage shrink.

my boy by the name of flowers came
and promised to stitch up the cracks
in my heart. he wasn't very good at
sewing (his seam was crooked) so he
did the next thing he knew best. my
heart's whole (not really) and it's got
daisy and dandelions growing wild
in the cracks and i wouldn't have it
any other way.

(guess what, i make a lot of wishes on the cracks in the concrete. i still mumble innocent dreams, but some of them, i keep in my heart.)

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a/n: vid above is the inspiration for this (weird) piece. (my mm isn't working, ugh) it's so rushed but i liked the parallels a lot. thanks for keeping up with me even though i've been really dead recently! i just have this week to struggle through and my exams are almost done. see you all soon!

p.s: if you liked the beat of this song you can go and check it out! :^) it's dropping at 00:00 am kst on 1st november, and i promise it's going to be worth it.