weak love & wind
languid days like a goddess
on shine as i cry for summer
& raw blue sky

need your whisper
another storm passing through my
bomb shelter heart & i think
of march & all you have to

incubating screams from times i
couldn't hold my breath & you
held me under water, thought you
could save me by filling up my lungs

but june is on his way & he'll
break this grasp you have on me, will
never spend another march alone

while storm clouds dissipate & go
home, i dream of buttercups -
a flimsy yellow i can't let go of