You planted seeds inside my lungs,
And with tears they've grown into intoxicating flowers,
Suffocating me while I sleep at night.
You used to say our love is like an unchanging season,
Yet there's no such thing, it has no meaning.
You used to look at me straight in the eyes,
Saying that I have no iris yet I have two moons,
The sound of your words blinded me with those lies,
Look how empty words built me and broke me down too soon.
You used to sing "You are my sunshine" to me,
But when I woke up this morning,
I was no longer in your world.
You used to write poems of flowering words,
Turning them into lyrics of musical bodies,
We used to dance together in an unknown groove,
Filling this room with drunken emotions in every move,
But now, all that's left is a phantom shadow,
Dancing alone on the sunkissed floor.
I am trap in the vines of your simile,
Creating an unknown metaphor in my body,
A personification of my poor soul,
After believing your words of hyperbole.
As of now, the flowers you planted in my lungs,
Are still blooming, soffucating me some more,
Killing my insides down to my core.
And the things you said in the past will continue haunting,
Because of your flowering words,
I stopped growing.