a mythological japanese disease caused by unrequited Love and/or a broken heart that causes the diseased to cough up or urp flowers
In my lungs
A seed did grow
That blooming had begun
I did not know
The first seed he planted in me was that of a daisy
With petals innocent and pure
He began to Love me
And as he Loved me more-
That little tiny seed
Of which I was unaware
That bud I could not see
Nearly was not there
Heartbreak would never bloom in me
Until one day I felt a small tickle
From deep inside my chest
But there was no way I was ill
Afterall, he and I were best-
Friends, we were in sync
Right best friend, are we not linked?
Best friend...hey..talk to me…
Hm, he’s probably just sleepy...
We were in Love, and it was real
It’s not just a little tickle anymore
I think something other than daisies are growing
They aren’t gentle like before
And the symptoms might be showing
I think...there are roses in my lungs
But no (no!) it’s impossible
The words will not slip off my tongue
There is no way my chest is full
H-He’s just been busy
That’s really all
I don’t have hanahaki
So there’s no reason to let tears fall
B-but the I can feel the thorns pressing
The vines creeping up my throat
No, I feel NOTHING!
But I can feel myself choke!
NO NO NO!
I AM HAPPY!
IT IS NOT DENIAL!
HE DOES LOVE ME!
WE...just haven’t talked in awhile…
I just need to realize
There simply cannot be
Anything...any part of me insisting otherwise…
I-I CAN’T HAVE HANAHAKI!
I Love him!
He’s my best friend!
I Love him!
And I’ll Love him to the end!
WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME!!
AM I NO LONGER SOMETHING YOU ADORE?!?!
YOU’RE JUST WATCHING ME BLEED!
THIS ISN’T LOVE ANYMORE!
I know we haven’t spoken in a while
Since I had the surgery
To rid myself of denial
They removed the petals from me
I can finally breathe again
And now that I’ve had time to think it through
I think I know what Love is
And yes, I really did Love you
And you Loved me too
God is Love.
Love is mutual
Love is communication
Love should keep your chest full
Love is not suffocation
A healthy Love grows
But not like a disease
A healthy Love should flow
Maybe not always with ease
Love is willing to talk it through
Even when you really don’t want to
It is “what can I give you at my expense?”
Not leaving you to make sense-
Of what I say (or what I do not)
Its apologizing after we fought
Love can bloom into something twisted, true
And I’m afraid that's what happened with you
You were selfish in your feelings and planted a seed
I was selfish in denial and allowed it to breed
But the best thing about Love between friends
Is that after repentance, Love will always try again