fallen petals crumble beneath my touch because i'm picking petals off flowers with thoughts of him swimming through the emptiness which cowers in the shadows of my tangled mind. another delicate petal falls and i'm thinking about how my name burns in the lining of his heart. the last petal inhales its last breath of life until its innocent purple nature shatters when my frozen fingers murder it. as it spirals down to the ground i'm thinking of how i'm just another hair on the back of his neck. but now there's no petals left and it's because he picked all the flowers for me them gave them to someone else.
- you've got me picking petals off the flowers like do you love me, do you love me not?
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a/n - this doesn't really make sense and i don't like it much but.
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
