petrichor.

twelve.

treasures ☼

i want to grab all my treasures
and engulf them in my arms,
never let them go,
ask them to stay
because goodbyes hurt too much
and the words won't sound out the way i want them to
caught in my vocal cords like an overstuffed mail chute

and i know i've never been a good singer
but if i saturate my voice with a bit of lyrical champagne
the way water colors soak into a sheet of paper
would you stay?

(to the ones i wish would stay in my life)