esmé

dear mother i’m dying

dear mother

it’s hard for me to say

i’ve only just bloomed

but my petals are wilting

i’m a broken piece

in your little game

i need you to help me

i don’t want you to fix me

the crimson flame

in my blazing eyes

is burning out

my heart is weak

defeated by the trembling cries

forcing from my quivering lips

a damaged boat sinking to the ocean floor

i’m reaching out

searching for your hand

are you reaching too

or do you not see me falling

i’m not ill mother i need you to see

i alone am dying

behind your unfocused lens

alone

dying

gone