I cut up the pages of a book and turned them into flowers,
thinking that if I carefully chose what to cut out,
thinking that if you could see what I saw,
thinking that if I spent just a little more time on you,
I cut out pages of a book this week and leeched off this idea of the ‘beauty’ and the ‘pain’ of doing such a thing.
I suppose if I had a good reason to do so, good people to do this for, then it’ll all have good meaning…