kvien

i hope one day you'd understand the silence.

i hope one day, you'll notice the grief.

Nor the body you would wear

But I’ve been searching for you.

And now that you’re here, flesh and soul,

Found a rabbit hole in this concrete jungle.

It’s been distressing me— this sudden shift in scenery. Too many people, too many buildings, too many cars— too much of everything.

Yet the air is too thin as the smog grows thick; the sky lacks its stars, and the mornings are devoid of their glory.

There are too few conversations, even fewer smiles. My mind is a constant pounding paranoia, my hands restless.

Thirteen inches Could it be nearer But you don’t scorch Nor burn

So here I am Underneath your blaze Like Icarus to the sun Melt me til morn

“She was a lot of things.

But right now let me tell you how she particularly liked flowers. I guess she liked the colors; or the hope it brings, the chance at new beginnings. At least that was what I surmised when she finally taught me how to love them too.

I told her ‘we should grow a garden together’, and have a limitless strike at second chances.

That was when she silently taught me she also liked the decay after the bloom, the wilting petals, the abandoned boquet— I was the only one who wanted the garden; she just liked giving away beautiful, dying things.

So here I am, striving to thrive in this barren land, a ghost of a garden, of flowers that would never bloom; learning how to unlove her, because I can still flourish too.”