Flowers

It's my favorite way to show it.

The petals slowly building up,

consuming my everything.

Chest tightens, breathing strains,

falling under, giving in.

Keeping what I would have said to you

locked up inside of me.

Holding the words within

until the thorns are all I see.

Filling my lungs with unseen notes

of unknown adoration.

Letting go of everything,

ignoring my internal starvation.

Keeping back, holding my hand

to cover my face,

my tears, the petals,

instead of taking your hand.

Choking out the skies,

the horizons of the future,

covering my eyes,

forgetting the way I should have known you.