He rolled toward me like
the ends of a firework...

Flashback flashback
But things aren't bad now...

I tried all the sweetest things,
gardenias bloomed from...

I try to shield your eyes from sunlight
when it becomes overbearing...

Transparent ribbon
swivels around my thumb...

Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon...

Baby's breath and silver lace
interlock with lilac wings...

there's a leak somewhere
in the dining room, as rain...

You're a momentary home,
beclouded among my many...

It seizes you when you are pulling out of the...
swerving to avoid the curb, as you try to keep it...

These scars still remind me
not of the brilliant white...

You know
I'll have to make the best of this...