Fresh Petals

A silent cry.

Torn between picking

these two that seem so fine

Broken platter left scattered

I gave you some,

                             and him some.

Don't bat an eye towards my

indecency

I crave to be fixed,

skin-deep.

Show me that you're the

knight in

my wished-upon armor,

my checklist of the only true,

true other.


Shut your thoughts away.

Im in making the desperate attempts to

fix this

with bleeding hands, and

strings of the newer lovers.


I know, it's pathetic.

But I still shall run towards

these new, fresh fallen petals

of infatuations, attention,

love and affections,

blowing to me

It's never-ending.


I'll collect them all,

until they weave together along

with a potential string

I'll grasp it tightly,

the final product,

the start of my soon-to-be

long written fantasy.



--Ye Zhen, @cxline0816 on Instagram, 5/8/2024

Theme : Love, Self