we may only be strangers
and i may have only met you just a few hours before
but i have an urge to give you things
not all material, but all of importance
i want to give you every thought
i will not charge
i only want to gift you dead flowers
return to me life
crowded room, the air thick with the scent of belonging
glitter litters the ground like the ashes of our brothers and sisters from another decade
balloons tossed over our heads
gifts from the heavens telling us we belong
a glowstick around my wrist
i wander through caves and hop
on boulders to get across streams
you are on the other side
you wait, dressed in plaid
your legs tucked underneath you, and you under the stars
drenched in the artificial rainbows
in the red light you looked like death and other fanciful things
i crossed the street, a flower in spring
the ends of my hair blooming into apple blossoms
as i saw you calling me over
my blood watered the plants under my toes
my before running mouth stopped and took a breath
choking on the words I did not plan
I mustn't speak
everything's coming up roses
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wowee it's been a while
