flowers grew inside your chest; your heart bleeds for them - this is how it'll always be. how things are, how things were, I cannot look back or my petals will crumble beneath god's mighty grip.
I saw you in a dream and you were beautiful, you had butterflies in your hair. I thought, for a moment, we would kiss, but you were sinking beneath water and I struggled to reach you.
I woke up and you weren't there; I'll lie here waiting by my open window for your ghost every night.
my hands wide, outstretched, forever longing, grasping at nothing. this is how it'll always be.