I want to see the world.

and there’s something beautiful in the idea
of getting lost in the city with you
cobblestone footsteps lost into the colors
of the foreign laughter
and i can’t speak their language
but with you, we need no words


I couldn’t bloom.

She bloomed like pale peach blush,
stealing over the porcelain of her cheeks,
tears cracking down her mask
but she wasn’t allowed to bloom
so she withered away

and withered with their approval.