FlowerA Story by HannahA really old love note
Please okay, I don’t want to wish on a star for you anymore. I don’t want to look at you giggle and blush as I flirt with you and hope that one day you break her heart so you can be with me. I wont feel accomplished. There wont be gratitude. There wont be victory. Just I hurt you to keep my own heart together. To keep my own lust at level. You’re the flower of my life but your poison pollen is stuck in me like an allergic nose. This isn’t what I wanted for me and this isn’t what I wanted for you. I wont pick you. I’ll look from afar. I’ll appreciate the beauty that is you and the beauty that so naturally flows from your fingertips as you sit on a piano bench. I’ll observe with a tear on my cheek that shouts i’m torn for your composure but you don’t know that because it’s a scream that only echoes from inside of me and the wave lengths fill my mind to an unwanted level. But that’s okay sweet flower I wish was mine. You stay in the soil. I don’t need to pick you, i’m okay and when i’m not ill play pretend.
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