aPlasticCup

daisies blossom in my once-brown hair and i pretend that i don't notice. i hope that the wind blows them away. along with your letters -- your soft fingerprints on my hipbones -- your gentle smile that i only get -- all of your gifts, your sacrifices, and your promises. scattered among the leaves and caught between the trees. and once i cannot see them anymore, i'll step out into the air and breathe in.