petals

did you know i wanted to be a petal?
my heart opening and closing with the weather
need become reclusion, become need
welcome
i want to be so skinny my bones make you cry
i want my hair cropped so short they all think im a boy
i want it to be a surprise
the crease of fabrics carry the scent of giving it all away
i want to give it all to you
without losing my own memories, my own bodily functions
did you know that i dreamt i was a petal?

a: petals
b: hanging petals
a: boxes, overflowing boxes…
b: of gardenias
a: it smells like tomorrow
b: i don’t believe in the past
a: i know
b: i don’t know anything about you
a: plant the flowers, plant the flowers
b: plant me, plant me
a: and if i told you
b: told me…
a: the meaning of the metaphor
b: I’d rather not know, i belive in aestheticism, not meaning
a: i’m so thin now
b: orange blossoms to your hipbones
a: too simple…try again
b: “you’re the one that I’ve kept closest”
a: that’s plagarism…but i know…and you’re right
b: one day we’ll have a garden, and a house
a: and a life full of gardenias, full of petals…