how to find perfection in burning flowers by MistiGears, literature
Literature
how to find perfection in burning flowers
she stitched them back together,
hands more nimble than a firefly flitting through the cracks in her sorrowed, broken heart,
she's a commotion, a confusion of emotions,
[so confused she can't recognize them anymore]
a traffic light that's always stuck on amber,
dewy-eyed and quiet like the first snow of winter.
the way her eyes scan his body makes him feel like he's on fire,
[again]
he can't breathe when she talks, not with the memory of touching her in the dark and whispering,
words that would be best kept secret,
from everyone that they hurt and
[most importantly] themselves.
how he doesn't seem to feel makes her wonder how he's breaking,