Hanahaki always bewildered me.
How does one become suffocated by one's love?
But here I stand, vying for your attention.
Breath caught in my throat.
Suddenly, I realize.
I am choking on these petals.
Hoping you like flowers.
Can you hear through my flower-filled lungs?
Do you know how I feel?
Or will I die, waiting for you to notice?
All too late, will you finally realize.
These bouquets are for you.
And I have grown a garden within myself.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Ramblings of a Madman
ŞiirShort poetic ramblings of my daily life, navigating the overwhelming feelings that bombard me as I await an answer. I do not write poetry, but I shall try for you.
