I want to write something prettyMature

i want to write something pretty
so that it feels like flowers
are growing on your lungs
and you can't fucking breathe
and every footstep
is a pounding headache
from every thorn
you've ever touched
and roses
are in your eyes
with red petals
that feel like
there is no blood
in your veins
and the sun
isn't helping you grow
and water
only drowns you
and the flowers on your lungs
keep squeezing you
so you haven't taken a breath in weeks
i want to write something pretty
so you choke on every word i say
thinking that it's as beautiful
as the snow on the ground
in the middle of December
and keeps you warm
when you think about
the way our skin felt together
so that all these things
grow in your throat
and you can't take a breath
and those roses in your eyes
are blocking you out
i want to write something pretty
so that it stings your throat
when those flowers look for a way out
and those roses aren't in your eyes anymore
they're in your cheeks
from the bitter January air
and you taste the sour leaves
on your tongue
i want to write something pretty
so you forget everything ugly i've ever written

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