Paper dream

Outside your window,

Sounds, of people moving towards each other.

 

Headlights paint your walls

As we lie in darkness,

 

Sharing a single paper dream.

 

Such childish notions of love,

Of belonging.

 

If I knew then,

Would I have been so careless with my kisses?

 

Would you?

 

I have no more need for war,

Create instead from what is broken.

 

Blood origami.

 

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Broken flowers

White blossoms you gave me,
Congealed, as they died.
I thought it was us-
Reinventing ourselves
In those clean, cut shapes.

Want to draw on your skin,
The broken flower’s I have to give,
The flowers you once gave me.

In violent hues,
They wait
Tragic,
Like the secret
I wear vainly in my hair.

Want to paint on your skin,
The broken flower’s I have to give,
The flowers you once gave me