Garden of Roses
Red cheeks and hazel eyes,
Gracing me in moments of despair,
And suddenly,
I will never be the same.
How all the angels sigh,
I would pray at your temple,
Nurturing your vibrant petals
And sharp thorns.
Your enticing smile,
The merriment you brought,
A feverish feeling
Bestowed upon me.
Your presence,
Bold and loud,
Shakes up every room
And leaves me stumbling.
The controversial you,
The crowd laughs,
The crowd scorns,
And I watch.
Scoring like Gunston,
Sitting atop your empire,
Ginger beer in hand,
So far from me.
You got what you wanted,
Was it worth starting earthquakes for?
I drank the poison,
Just to prove it’s undying,
Only to become grey in the face,
And you can only laugh.
I chased you in my pink dress,
I wanted to bloom like you
And the flowers around you,
But I’m only a seed.
On my knees,
Jaegerbombs on my breath,
“Stay with me”
You made a joke,
I’m the greatest one.
You’ve entangled on me,
Like ivy continuing to grow,
Making you become one
With my flesh.
“Time heals”, they say
But the wound still bleeds,
Five years have passed,
But I’m still here,
Holding on to this crimson vitriol
Once known as love.
Watch me turn your name,
Into bloody venom,
Watch me weep over this grave,
I was never good at moving on.
But you have rid traces of me,
They really do hate you,
The day you turn twenty-three.
Red cheeks and hazel eyes,
Taunting my memories,
Imprinting on me,
Like a chocolate-stained shirt
I thought I wasn’t enough,
I just wasn’t right.
You’re not worth the ink,
I wasn’t even worth the reply,
Yet, you’re a part of my sleepless nights.
Twenty-four years old,
Scribbling like I did as a teen,
Unable to let this go,
Missing who I was
Before you made me blush.
Intense feelings
Become an intense loss
A seat that only you reserve.
My flushed, tear-streaked face,
On that rustic bathroom floor,
That night you walked away.
The years I spent crumbling,
Over some accident you started,
This emotion so cosmic,
So rare,
And it’s all mine,
Forever.