i wish for your voice to whisper me words of love like i used to hear mere days ago
you would be my 3 am when it hurt
and now my tears and my thoughts collide to create the harsh tsunami in my head and heart
words are never enough, not for anything in this world yet we still use them
my forever is in something that could be temporary yet it doesn't leave
my heart is in someone else's chest yet it beats on anyway because i made a promise
my garden was always full of roses and i knew, i forgot about the irises so long ago yet my buds were dying each and every day
i can bring them back if they decide to grow with me; i'd ignore the thorns because the flowers are such a deep red that i find myself lost in the colour, my mind full of adoration
the wine spilling from your lips is enchanting and sweet like pollen carried by bees across the sweet fields of spring so please let me drink it
the stars scattered on my ceiling will tell me its okay and my mind won't budge but it will for you my dear
the future in which i never believed i had leaves with you saying goodbye and walking away with my beating heart stuck deep inside your chest
i can't ask for it back because its a substitute for your own and ripping it out from the clutches of your lungs would mean damaging something i find beautiful and fragile and promised i would never hurt though i already did
for now, i tell myself to dry my tears; to fix the ache inside where my heart used to be
i can only hope that you tell yourself that too
