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