L I L A C S: flowers of youthful innocence"I shouldn't have done that" he says to his hands.
"Probably not" i say to his lips
But somethings cannot be reversed,
And those are the things that change people.And i feel his touch,
Still.
Even when his hands aren't on me.
The hands that could pull apart a flower
Without hesitating,
Petal by petal.He puts on his clothes now,
Zips up his jacket,
Dresses as he does every morning.
I know nothing has changed for him
And he knows something has changed for me.I can tell he knows when he looks back
Right before he leaves the room.
Not at me;
But at the disappearing innocence,
At the fading silhouette of a girl.
He glances at the lilacs in her chest
That are no longer there.
At all the delicate promises,
Shattered and in pieces between the sheets.At who i used to be,
At a ghost.
Fleeting.
Gone.
-h/l
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PoetryThrough the language of flowers here are poems of love and loss, friendship and trust, innocence and hurt. we all have gardens within us that tell more stories than our mouths can, where each person is a flower forever blooming. -h/l (🌷) T h a n k...