if i were to tell you that
the sun is envious of
your smile,
or that your laugh sounds
like my favorite song,
you’d just call me weird
because we just met each other
but you’re beautiful when
you’re drunk, and beautiful when you’re not,
and i’d probably still think you
we’re beautiful even with your
hands around my neck;
even if you were to
choke out the last bit of air
in my ashy lungs...
you are a rose
and i know each has it's thorns
but i want to get pricked
and let the blood
drip
drip
drip
💦
Me embrujas, mi rosa