I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to post another one of these 

What if I told you My brain is only alive 

When it is on fire 

My eyes are only bright 

When they are drowning

Tears watering the messy

Entanglement of blue roots

Beneath my translucent 

Under eye

Eyelashes trapped between the other

Sealing my lids shut 

A small bud protecting me 

Whilst also preventing me from blossoming

I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to post another one of these