When Did Showers Become A Space To Cry

Wilted Flowers

They’re pretty, but I’m afraid to touch them— I know they’ll crumble the moment I do.

I think they’re beautiful. Beautiful because they don’t last. Beautiful because they’re broken.

And I like shattered glass: the way it reflects anything you shine on it, the way I can see myself in the pieces— not whole, but fragmented.

I know I’ll bleed when I reach to touch it, drip the contents of my heart across smooth faces and edges that seldom forget.

And I like coffee. I drink it with cream to soften the bitterness. But I never add sugar— too much sweetness makes me sick.

It keeps me up when I should be asleep, telling secrets I should’ve kept, dreading the grinds at the bottom of the cup.

But I guess some things aren’t meant to be held for long— they bruise, or cut, or run out the moment you reach out to hold them.

I don’t mind so much.

Because wilted flowers aren’t soft... but they are pretty.

I love you but my story cannot go on any longer

Im the sequel no one wanted

Im the story the writer hates the most

Im the book searching desperately for an ending

For a close

You're the person who wants it to go on

But a book cant go on forever

You ask why I didn't reply to your text

I wanted too

But the weight of a conversation felt impossible to carry

You ask why I dont text back

I tried too

But I was scared id say the wrong thing

You ask why I never tell you things

I want to

But im scared you'll hate me for everything I do

You ask why I dont talk

I tried too

The words couldnt seem to come out

You ask why I dont wanna be your friend

I want to

But I couldnt handle you leaving

So I left first

Might fuck around shoot myself in the head

Now wouldn't that be funny

Haha me every day

If only they knew....

If they only knew....

When I die

Will you look for me in the sunset

As the light drains from the sky

And the stars creep in

Will you look for me in the sunset

As colors come and go

And time slows

Will you look for me in the sunset

As I watch you grow old

And move on

Will you look for me in the sunset

Because then mabye

I could feel beutiful

First rule of fight club is please do not yell at me

I just wanna stick a knife in my arm