Bloom.

Flower

Some days 

Are better

Than others.

Some days

I want 

To take

A step

Back.

Some days I want to run and run and run and run until my lungs are gone.

Until you are gone.

Until they are gone.

But then

There are 

The days

Where I want to turn back

I want to fix the clock

I want to stand and mock

My tired, old pages

And slanted, faded ink

I want to hold you forever 

But let go of my former family

I want to be messy

Perfectly. Messy.

I want to be me.

Old me and new me.

Past me and future me.

I want 

To be 

Flower

Me. 

A tulip

Or maybe a rose 

Yes, maybe I'm a rose.

Ugly until you get to the mind.

Thorny until you get to the petals.

The bloom.

Perfectly.

Messy.

Just like you.

Just like me.

Just like this very poem 

You struggle to understand. 

Just like

My.

Book.