flowers will bleed

tell me when you’ll grow into the person you said you were

in this moment

i am here

i am in bloom

cherry passion blushing these cheeks

tropical in every sense of these lips

too vibrant to be paling under the pressure

fingers faintly touching

kiss blowing

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i’d like to know where the person im growing to be is going

in this moment

i am pure

i am formless

feathers doting the virgin naivety

vanishing the gray from white blood

tearing apart blemish and stain

and then in that moment

i would be pure

i would be wretched