the king of carrot flowers

your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

and this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you
and from above you how i sank into your soul
into that secret place where no one dares to go

and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream of all the different ways to die
each one a little more than he could dare to try

you're the reason i live.

i was inspired enough to actually write something meaningful,
but now that i've stopped crying i have no idea what was going on in my head.