Dead End (2019)

My tears are drying on my skin Does my skin bother you? I’m learning to like it, instead of destroying it You tell me you want to live with me in a flower Desires in my arms and sadness in my chest Don’t you feel sometimes that people are dead ends? You’re like home to me A stranger to me Growing flowers and insecurities in me This is not poetry These are not words They are just feelings Real feelings Real tears Real me Real you