Flowers in your hair, flowers everywhere you go. You let me paint your world in colors that would swirl around your head, carefree mess. Told me that I gave you life, but that was just another pretty lie. Like flowers in mid July, you will die, within my mind. Plant another seed to eat out all your insides and grow. Choke out all that shows. No one will know. [Smol music break] Flowers on your fingernails, they prevail to grow everywhere I go. I suppose they will start growing beneath my toes. I suppose I’ll say goodbye while you fly on backs of birds into the sky, my Blue. I’ll remember you, alone as your vines grow up my thighs. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.