it’s been so long of having wrong
it’s cleansed you of the want of right–
it’s after those dead flowers
choosing to leave them where they thrive
it’s seeing what things are when they’re not there
it’s waking up to breathe new air
it’s how to stand so still they think
you’re dead like all those flowers
but all that time you were so alive
it’s you on fucking fire
That last line!! 😍 love this poem ♥️♥️