𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

facetune.

your eyes are playing tricks on you.
i understand why the prettiest flowers
tuck bones and organs away,
two ribs hiding under a soft, pink petal.
my eyes hurt from crying at a screen.

"i think i saw you."

the prettiest flowers have the finest dew.
they flirt with the moon and then the sun,
and then a shoe comes by
and it crushes her.
they all look just the same but
everyone wants it.

"do you like what you see?"

— facetune.