Gave me what I never got,
A flower.
Lost in thought and questions and a small hint of yellow.
you gave more after seeing me in such a state, a rare sight one might say.
As more flowers I received the deeper I fell,
into the fantasy that lies beyond the petals of those Dahlias.Overjoyed and intoxicated by everything, I was.
I gathered them all, each and every flower, each of their petals.
They were not much but they bought a little happiness and contempt,
which I've never felt before.
I made a garden out of them.A garden out it,
only to realize they were just empty flowers,
with no intended meaning,
they weren't Rose's or sunflowers,
but just some flowers that held nothing,
Dahlias with no deeper meaning.That's how it began,
Now all I can do is choke out these flowers that grew in the garden inside of me,
The flowers I believed, belonged to me, but never did,
I should've known from the very beginning, Dahlia's could never be Rose's.Now I'm choking on all these flowers I had for you,
While everyone calls it lovely,
So I made a flower crown,
while my fingers are hurting with all those thorns,
Now I wear a flower crown,
While the floor's all thorn.Everyone seems to find it lovely,
while I'm suffocating,
my lungs are clogged with these flowers you gave,
my throat is hurting with all the thorns,
my lips are red, dried with my own blood,
my eyes are burning with no tears to shed, no more.You know I'm dying,
cause I don't seem to get the Rose's I'm dying for,
all I get now are your thorns wherever I go.
I seem to be just another person suffering from hanahaki, while wearing flower crowns soaked in my own blood,
I hope you wouldn't mind when I burn down all the flowers you gave me,
the whole garden.°sri°
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Flower Crowns While The Floor's All Thorn
PoetryAnd ya it's a love poem, even if it's a sad one, Idk how to write happy ones. ~~~ And I'm going to post a collection of poems, this is the first poem of it, they are all love ones, so I'm gonna have to read a lot in wattpad I guess, to get the feels...