dweebzilla

gone before my time i'm dead on the inside the flowers that grow are nourished by my rot the deteriorating leftovers of the life i couldn't live choked out by the hands of those tasked with shelter i was a goner from the start because you expected me to be a perfect ghost of my flawed self you don't like my symptoms the signs of imperfect synapses an attitude grown from apathy and the very same well-being that brought me here to begin with i am just a pill-stained shadow closing in on repeating my mistakes i thought things would be different but it almost feels the same as it was history is repeating itself this year the same threats and

butterflies in my chest a fluttering heartbeat red crosses my cheeks like you cross my mind and when you take over my thoughts nothing else matters anymore i can move forward a little more than before below my ribs flowers are growing something inside me is alive again and you're all the soil and the sun and the rain i need to keep it alive for as long as i am words fall flat and i can't quite describe how you make me come alive when you're near me or the way my world brightens up right where you're standing as if life is growing up through the cracks beneath your feet and then fades without you there to give it light you are the stars' pr