there's the flower of our friendship
planted by our eyes meeting
watered by shared memories
growing towards the light of our laughter

I like looking at the little flower of ours
listening to your guitar
eating our freshly baked cookies
lying on the floor in silence

it's fragile and small; the flower  - still growing
I won't risk destroying it
buried under words filled with emotion

but I like being around you
the way you roll your eyes at my stupid jokes
our hourlong talks till night falls and the sun rises
the light touch of our hands

and I like you too much to tell you I'm falling in love with you

It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think.
I get tangled up and I’m tired now.
Just let me rest for a minute,
to ease my eyes and
stop my spinning mind.
But then I’ll get to cutting.
Snip.
Snip.
I can’t wait for my first breath.

I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time

I already feel alienated enough
But I may as well rejoice at this void
There are other types of love
I don't care that I have no choice