Or rather you don’t know
That I am the type who falls in love
Who will dribble you in my sleep
And look for your name on my phone
Like checking I have my keys

That I am the type that will make space and more space for all that you can be
Not realising everything I had to Chuck out
so I can be sure you can breathe
And that your throne will only be raised on the desert this will cause

I am the kind that will smile at the words I invent for you and will scowl
When you don’t follow your lines
I will grow suspicious that you won’t
Love me as planned

I will be disappointed
Because you’ll disappoint
And you’ll probably disappear
The texts will take their time
So I will prepared when the heart rate dies out

I will lie flowers in between us
Like a wall
I will mourn as the petals decompose
I will rub it’s juices, staining my face
I will be dismayed when you shrivel
And all I see are the thorns and the
Chances of tetanus
I will scratch myself and say you are the cause
I will cry but no tears can reverse petals being dry
I will store them in small boxes
The kind you stick at the bottom of drawers never to show
It will give all my clothes that used to be loved scent