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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