New Years Party
You were with the Rose
Her thorns wrapped around your throat
Tight
I wanted your attention
Buh-Bump
The Rose tore you to shreds
We became friends
You found other flowers
I watched and looked towards the sun
Buh-Bump
I talked about my options
The ones I wanted to choose me
You helped me think
You left, we didn't talk much
Buh-Bump
Silence, thoughts, cracking
Fails, mistakes, lies
Out of the blue came you
Back again
Mwah
Buh-Bump
You're helping me
We're healing
Together
His flower
Her person
I love you.
Buh-Bump
YOU ARE READING
Black Bubbles
PoetryShort poetry of the connected. I never once said it was great ⚠️ WARNING TO VIEWERS ⚠️ These stories may contain triggering topics such as gore, death, self-harm, heartbreak, sexual content, and loss.
