They say human emotions are his biggest mistakes.

Mum once said when I was ten,

never to love the wrong person

at the right time.

The sun tasted melon on my tongue.

Daddy said once while I was

talking about a new boy in my class,

"Little Amy, try not to be rude

and too close."

The world was saccharine in rotten fossils.

Granny wished me a sweet friend,

Grandad never had a say in such.

I danced in raw harmony and off-beats

when the stars fell like acid rain, and the sun wasn't up.

Never have I ever asked my heart

How it feels to be loved.

How it feels when the world turns foggy in

the butter touch of nectar lips.

I grew and gave up,

smiled and smeared

in yellow Sundays and nothing.

I woke and waited,

danced and drew

swollen sunrays upon unholy goods.

I bled upon blistering cries and splintered glass.

A soul is breaking at a thousand promises.

We miss them and mess up,

even though we shouldn't.

But no one's an angel from the earth's womb.

For I was a fluttering hibiscus in their garden

that bloomed throughout 'til it got rotten.

They were a mistake,

This world's a beautiful mistake,

Their void words were untamed mistakes,

The swollen cries were unmistakable mistakes, and I

I was a sin woken

in the lullaby of dying springs and rosy deaths.

They plucked me petal by petal

till the white-capped waves drowned me

irrevocably, completely.

-it's 2 a.m., and I'm alone in the driveway; my hand feels so cold.