Anemone

 I don't know

If I want to keep you in my heart for you

or for myself

I don't know

Wether it's better for us to disappear

and move on to different lives

I don't know

How will I feel when I see 

your face again?

Do you want

what's best for me? Or will you use me 

to heal yourself instead

Do I miss

the touch of your heart and you voice,

or the vague memory of it?

Should I speak,

or wait for you to reply to my silence?

I meant it.

I won't grow your anemones.

I've enough of your screams in my lungs.

And there's limited space between my bones.

You're no longer the one I'm dancing with, in my mind.