Daises

Toppling over, I see you in the window. Red orange leaves covering your cuts, Little incisions made just for us. If you hear something like a wave, come find me. Keep those eyes shut tight, As you make yourself bleed. You've closed the window, And now I sing outside. Hummingbird loose, different guts you collect. Only stay a month or two. Internet loves that fuck the love out of you. Dear girl, I could have their hearts. Deliver them in parts. I'm outside your window, and I can still see you.