Content Warning: Abuse
Her flower curls up into hibernation.
She’s always asleep;
She’s never the blossoming garden
I wish her to be.
I used to kiss the honeysuckle
And praise her each night
But as the sky fell
A monsoon neared at night.
Why can’t you present a bouquet
that can warm my heart?
Why can’t you present yourself
as a work of art?
Lights of colors: purple and yellow.
They flare up in the air.
Tears streaming down
Washed away by rose stems.
Leave me alone!
I don’t need them anywhere.
Fall into the water
and drown right there.
One day I realized I was wrong.
My honey. The honey.
You wilted as my spear of light
pierced our throats.
I regret leaving you in the soil.
Withering away...I let you be.
Ready to burn from the shining Icarus
And soar into the sea.
I’m sorry I hold the waters beneath me.
I know you’ve noticed that my vines don’t budge,
so please forgive me.
Forgive me for all the sins I have done.