1. hidden flowers.
soon, she'll arrive.
dragging the moon's hidden flowers behind her.
2. paper cuts.
it tears into my skin
and spills all my blood
like it was paper spilling ink
it's just a paper cut.
i look in the mirror
and the picture is fragmented
like my body isn't under my head
and my head doesn't know my mind
it is as if some creature has painted me
but didn't have the right shade
it is as if a deaf ear drew me from the description of a blind eye.
4. weaker and weaker.
you were pretty
and it made me smile that you wanted me;
you touched me
and made me weak;
you tasted me
and made me cry;
but you were pretty
and it made me smile.
5. trapped in you.
chains and locks around my ankle,
to which i have the key.
but, my love, you put them there
and my hand trembles at the thought of letting you go