believe me

believe in my petals

that protrude through my teeth

even though you have withered them

believe in my lavender limbs

although they may drip azalea 

believe in my daisy’s death

and peony promises

and that my white roses

have turned to red ones

all because of you

reach down my throat

and pull out the roots you have planted in my stomach

believe me when i tell you

i breathe out baby’s breath

and that you smell like the honeysuckle

i picked as a little girl

believe me when i tell you your

fingers are floral

your hands hyacinths

ones i wish i could touch

but i do not wish to hurt your delicate petals

your cheeks are cherry blossoms

for you, my love, i am a floraphile

you, lovely girl

are a garden

one i wish to sleep in for years

and keep a secret

from the world

you

inject your lilies

turning my veins into

clear bubblegum

i cough up flowers

at the mere sight of

you

they tell me to always stop and smell the roses

so i stop to look at you

to look at your lips

crying forget-me-nots

as i know i will never be able to pick those roses

and call them my own

believe me

believe me when i say

that if i had a flower

for every time

you tiptoed in

pale ballet slippers

in the flower beds of my mind

the dirt would no longer be visible

believe me when i tell you

that you are the most beautiful flower

i have ever laid my eyes on

your complexion

becomes the pillow

my tulip tears rest on

when my head isn’t quiet enough

your arms

the sheets

i rest my violet veils in

when the shade of anyone else

isn’t dark enough to conceal my face

you inject me

with your orchid words

your white liquid marigolds

and ivory angels

you drip from a syringe

and breathe under my skin

and i want the feeling to last forever

but they say nothing gold can ever stay,  right?

so you slowly wilt

when frost coats your stem

but when i close my eyes

you’re there

you’re there

bloomed in full again like the flowers in spring

the pinks of my eyelids

replaced with the pinks on the tip of your nose

so leave me to whither, my darling

leave me wilt so you don’t have to

let me expect it

so it hurts less

leave me to sit in this bathroom

and spill petals onto the tile

be the reason for your spring cleaning

finish your dirty work in the garden

then come inside

and wash the soil from under your nails in the basin

hold and water me one last time

then deadhead my buds with golden scissors

return me to the dirt that i came from

and promise me

promise me

that you won’t let me grow again

until you begin to love me

the way i love you