Hanahaki

the flowers bloomed beneath my chest cavity, overtaking my ribs, suffocating my lungs, growing a garden from the bottom of my heart.

the roots dug into my organs, piercing my flesh, crawling up my throat, stealing my air and gripping the words down below.

there’s a garden of heartbreak that bloomed just for you— stealing my pulses, stopping my heartbeat, waiting for something you can’t give: your love.