The Flowers of May

“The Flowers of May”

When that day comes, what will we say?
I’m so scared of what might happen that day.
I’m scared of what might not happen to us
I’m scared it can’t go back to the way that it was.
I’m scared of living, as if it doesn’t matter.
The former much more than the latter.
I don’t want to be afraid of your eyes
Looking at me from across your lies.
I see the truth hiding in there
Waiting to unfold on me somewhere…
Did you love me the way you said you did not?
Did you love me more than I thought?
Do you know I do not want to live without you?
And is that why you’re coming to undo
The journey I’ve died to survive
As if I was alive?

What if my bones shatter into your kiss?
What if you tell me a kiss such as this
Is your way of making amends?
What if we part as more than friends?
The spring is coming today
And all the flowers of May
Are just bones that nobody wants…
And the breeze of winter haunts
The gods that I have prayed to.
I want you to know that I have stayed true.
But I’m scared of you letting me go
From the arms I’m longing to know.
What if you’re right and I am insane
Because I can’t bear to lose you again?
I’m so scared to live as if tomorrow won’t arrive.
I’m so scared that I will survive
If you turn away and tell me it’s just a song
In whose melody we do not belong.
And I am scared that you will take me home.
I’m scared of not suffering alone.
I’m scared of the flowers of May,
And the things you might not say.
Please say you loved me once before
And that you will love me forevermore.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle