i spent a lot of time trying to fix you,
but i never realized
that you were breaking me.
while i was putting your pieces back together,
you were ripping apart mine.
but by the time i realized it,
it was too late.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
