Roses

I'm sorry that I was clumsy.

I didn't mean

to knock all the vases over, and

I didn't mean

to let our flowers die.

I swear,

but those roses were already withering and

you didn't water them.

My rib cages,

they opened up and my heart

it craved for love.

But the rottening fragrance,

of my roses dying, 

I got used to,

it stored into my lungs

and I could never get the smell out.

So, even though you're gone,

because you never watered my roses,

you aren't really gone.

You're still the sickening smell

in the room.






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