Brittle flower
casting sharp eyes
writing all these pretty words
delicate, pale fingers
clutching at your pen
the adoration
it's despicable
ragged breath and mints
you smell like sick
your spine is breaking
the tiles are cold
and there's blood on my shirt
burning
and the burning blooms
and it hurts
and you adore me
the flowers are wilting
and your bones are brittle
you're dying
and i adore you
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