I wish I could find the beauty in all of the chaos
i wish i could plant daisies in my lungs instead of the roses you've planted
tearing and thrashing my lungs and ripping them apart
each thorn
another reminder of your absence
i wish i could find the beauty you saw in me
instead of all the chaos that is in me
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
