when you first came
you planted flowers
in my rib cage
and they were lovely
when you left
they grew into weeds
you stopped watering them
they swarmed my lungs
suffocating me
for a long, long time
when you finally came back
the pedals had returned
even more radiant than before
my lungs stronger than ever
because i had learned
to water them myself
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The Heart And The Mind
Poetry《 my secret is that I long to be loved 》 ▪a collection of original poems ▪
