i realise i don't really know how to express myself. oh wells.


winter crushes
the promise of April,
a string of robins
shiver at my window,
heavy breasts
huff in the cold coverlet.
a child digs for spring
with burnt cheeks;
my hopeful tulips
depart.
I have tea to replace
your warmth, and
for breakfast,
a mouthful of words
I forgot to send with you
my tears offer the
poinsettia
the only relief it deserves
and I realize
the more we grow,
the lonelier I become.
i'm really missing spring.
-milia

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