The wilting continues,
it’s the breaking you choose.
The leaves dry up,
and the blooming stops.
It’s supposed to grow,
with water that flows.
Yet it’s the tears that fall,
and I curl into a ball.
The sky becomes gloomy,
that the streets become empty.
Then it starts to rain,
I’m alone waiting for the train.
You said before there’s no stopping,
so I held onto that with my whole being.
This is me who started falling,
so please don’t wilt and start blooming.
*inspired by Dead Leaves by BTS
*no photo as my aesthetical inspiration today