all the pictures
I\'ve painted
leave me stained
with nostalgic colours
now we\'re growing up
and the world feels so cruel
pouring sick love into narcissistic death tattoos
I stop to see white petals
falling from the sky
she calls out my name from her window
as I walk past the cherry blossom
blossoming in pinks
outside of her fruitful house
I am temporal, I see myself flowing in the rain
I see myself with the white petals
adorned in golds and regret
feet dragging along the wet pavement
I am alone in my head
the only thing I know is the brushstrokes of childhood
happy to hear your voice
under
bright lights of new stars.