// this never dies //

s p r i n g

10:30 pm// 3.12.16//i feel nothing

this month, my heart has felt too much.

too much pain.

the flowers of my body begin to blossom.

and i can't take it.

i am running out of ideas

and i am in a constant cycle of 

blooming, losing, breaking, blooming, losing, breaking, blooming.

my sadness is as raw as the new spring.

this is my time of despair.

tear me open and leave me to mend for the summertime.

//

h.g.