ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ᶠ ˡ ʸ •

ᶠ ᵘ ˡ ˡ ˢ ᵗ ᵒ ᵖ •

today someone asked me what home used to be,
and all i could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue,

the flowers that sprouted from your mouth,
the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers,
the ocean that echoed inside your ribcage.

the fire couldn't touch me, for i had been burned one to many times
and the sea couldn't harm me, for i'd been drowning all my life.

oh, but you,
darling you could have ripped my heart open,
for I had never known a love so intoxicating.

i loved you as you told me the greatest things are to be loved,
in secret, between no one more than the shadows and the soul.

our love was of a strange kind,
because i realise now you were never really mine at all.
i am finally over you.