some days I got wildflowers
sprouting out
of my mouth
down my swollen chest
and there I saw the sea,
and sand in your eyes,
dripping down
of all the things
we’ve left behind.
words. hearts. secrets.
words. hearts. secrets.
some days I got wildflowers
sprouting out
of my mouth
down my swollen chest
and there I saw the sea,
and sand in your eyes,
dripping down
of all the things
we’ve left behind.
maia diaries