if I were to have a flower for
every time your name crossed my mind
I’d drown forever in flowers
and isn’t that ironic?
that something so beautiful could be so suffocating
that something so lovely could be so murderous
that something so happy could be so sad.
but that’s what you are, isn’t it?
a flower;
perfect to every sense
until it decides to go.
I would happily drown in my thoughts of you
my tears
because what is life
without flowers?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts of the brokenhearted
Poetryso i'm over him but i'll leave them here because i got lots of reads c;
