=) - (=

Clumsy thumbs
Collect fragile flowers
Bitten down nails
Bite shallow grooves through countless stems
Hitting your head against a brick wall
Pushing the head through
It resurfaces the other side
Of its - green
Grave
Slip - gasping for air
Grasping for another flower.

He loves me - He loves me not.

Weaving tokens of affection
From the soil around us
You always
Make something of nothing.
Two best friends equally dirty and grass stained
Our friendship pushing up daisies
Dirt in my ears and mud in your eyes
As we - think back
Wish back
Reminisce - backwards
Grasping for a lost innocence.

But he loves her - He loves me not.