I’ve learned to breathe.
While capturing sun dried petals in my hands.
Watching the rain cry as if these days were nothing more.
Than dust.

I watched the sky yesterday.
Hoping the umbrellas that fell down would cover my heart.
Shield me away from every cloud.
But it snowed instead.

Frozen I lay.
Hand in hand.
Inching every fragment away from my veins.
Wishing. Wishing. To break away from my own tulips.

To suffocate every petal with dewdrops.
But I danced instead.
With every broken window.
With every callused and bruised trinket.

I ticked away the hours I spent watching the clock.
Porcelain white dust on the floor.
It snowed instead.

Instead.

I touch clouded numbers often.
To tell the rain to stop tulips.
From speaking somber words.
Against a frozen heart.

It heard me last night.
When I spoke to the moon.
But it only left me dewdrops.
To taste while my daisies drooped.

To taste while my lips couldn’t say your name.
For fear of loving something I couldn’t love anymore.
Of a bruised trinket, I lay.
Watching. Wishing. Waiting.

For anything to cut the umbrella heart.

&.

I’ve learned to breathe these days.
And cut snippets away from my heart.
Pasted love on a tree yesterday.
Just to watch it die.




&.

Of a bruised trinket I am.
Smiling at umbrellas in the sky.
I dance to sun dried petals in my hands
Just to fumble over the thorns.

Watching the rain cry.



Catching snippets of a new love.



In porcelain laid skies.



Watching. Wishing. Waiting.



Instead.

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