Teenage Hooligan: An Original Poetry Chapbook

Rose Bushes

October 16th, 2019
15 Years Old

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Sometimes it feels like everything that has ever been mine has been taken away...
I find the perfect rose bush
in an imperfect field,
and since I'm so kind as to tell you where it was
you take all the roses left
and burn the bush.

Although in reality, you did not even touch fire,
you still tainted my bush
with your lying and ugly hands.
The same that picked and chose
what you knew to be true
and what you decided to say out loud
To everyone I ever cared about.

You took your sweet time
and sat in front of that bush
and sang to it in your tongue
and watered it with your Splenda water
but I was too busy putting bandages on my thorn cuts
and bleeding out to even notice.

I still continue to tell you where my roses are
because I'm that nice.
And you're not.
But the roses think you're nice,
so now no one cares about me.

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