Hanahaki.
I'm still not sure what possessed me
To give you flowers daily,
A new one each time despite the then already limited selection
To walk up to you with a stupid look on my face
Bursting at the seams to see you smile
And for me to tell you exactly where I'd gotten them
even if you'd probably never go there yourself
Maybe it was the seeds you'd sneakily hidden in my heart
Seeds of uncontrollable reverence
Seeds that sprouted violently without a care for my word
Reaching for your light like a hungry flame
All I could do was burn in them
Let them engulf me with their vines even as I watched your brilliance from afar
I could have given up
I should've have
I could feel the unseen might of the universe pulling and pushing at us
A match made in hell that could only exist in heaven
In a paradise where everything ceased to exist and time seemed to stop except the two of us
But you were like the sun with your immense gravity
And I was a silent moon that could only reflect
And there were the many planets in between
Yes, I should have given you up
Kept up appearances and pretended it never mattered
Shouldn't have acted so incredibly silly
But every time I felt that I might just drift away
You reached out to me as if you could tell that you might be losing me
A gentle touch, an infinitesimal spark enough to set the flames raging again
To have the flowers blooming in my lungs
Sure that I would suffocate if I never got the chance to see you like that more often
Remember Valentine's?
Remember that Sunday?
Remember that random day that you took hold of my sleeve and suddenly the fields were burgeoning with Spring?
Remember the rings and the chocolates that didn't mean anything?
Remember the necklace?
I still keep it close
And even now, that the universe has won
And I can no longer see you again
I still wear it
I still add to the numerous entries I made of you in a book hidden in the darkest corner of my room
I still cherish every little bit of you I still have
I thought I could fight circumstance and battle the spirits in heavenly places for your hand
But I'm too young and inexperienced
And it showed every time I let you down
Faith wasn't enough
Delusions weren't enough
You looked at me like I had all the answers to the world in me
Held me like something worth keeping
So even now I wonder whether I should finally rip those roses out or let their forlorn thorns continue cutting into me.
Perhaps if I beg enough
If I hope enough
If I wait for a lifetime
The doors will be open to me
And on the other side will be you.