flowers on my skin [ poetry ]

non-stop

you don't mean the words you say
and neither do i
so when are we going to stop
this wild goose chase

going over the same emotions
like the fox jumping over the lazy dog

acting like magnets with wrongly labelled poles

as if one simple action will fix everything broken between us

it is impossible, really
to diagnose everything twisted, wrong and messy

we slap on the simplest label
call it a day
and repeat it all over again