The Girl Who Spit Flowers

track i

lips tainted red
eyes, smoked,
hair tied up higher than my faith,
i walked the hallways
looking at you and then within me.
dainty. dusky.
pretty. but so,
so in dismay.

you were a greek god personified;
your mightiness, heavens above.
you were the brightest star
in a sky full of stars.
but to me, you were also the world.
my world.

– when would i
ever be yours?

i continue,
one step after another.
my head, down,
like a wilted flower,
covering its disgrace
one that it does not know
how it acquired,
from the sun.

you were
my sun.

you didn't realise
the effect your smile had
on my delicate heart.
that's how you walk
by, smiling
like you knew how good
you were.

you weren't just good.
you are perfection.