I try to rid you from waking thoughts,
The whispers of dreams that daren’t settle.
I hold my breath on love-me-nots,
And marry fates with each torn petal.
“Do I ever cross your mind?
On the long days where you do mine?”
Always. Never. and Maybes.
I’m left with silence and stripped-down daisies.
(Source: spacedrugs, via shelikespornevenmore)
Sara Fabel by Peter Coulson