Swallowed up by petals,

sunlight leaking under your skin,

orange highlight around your eyes,

grey haze,

inhaling every

speck of dust that

fell from your hair.

wind caressing a simple heart,

looking for a chance

to feel special.

strings of lavender

sticking to wall of empty.

holes in the grass

the Goddess once laid.

calming breath

with the mornings sorrow tears.

rough scars marked on wood,

trees bare no more lies,

twigs crunch beneath your boot

you used to kick away the pain.

colors mixing together,

having no mercy for light.

the clouds cry too much

for birds are falling apart

lines of failure in the texture of

your skin.

I'm here now,

but I won't stay,

because even though I care,

I don't care enough.