we run around in circles
searching for something
to sooth our hurting
to chase away
the malaise feeling
that's got us both
by the throat
we're trying
we're delirious
we're playing
a mad game of tag
and the grass,
it pricks at my skin
and red daises
they bloom and sprout from the ground
where i've bled out
and
enveloped under lavendar skies;
crushed beneath your sweet smile
i think:
how could i ever win?
how could i ever win?
