Feb 27

bad idea!

cover me in petals, why don't you
gasping breaths as vines
they climb and cement me down
burning hands up my sides

you bless me with every look
but every wheeze of mine,
constricted by this green
are you?

eyes half-lidded as you pull away
do i matter to you?
i'm not myself anymore,
but another tree in your garden

it was a bad idea,
bad idea to come here
wasn't it? but it
it doesn't feel like it

black, it's all turning black
the only thing i can feel is you
the only thing i can see is you
cryptic smile as it fades

it all fades.