I took the risk of saying I love
You
The three dots pop up
Indicating that he was typing
He wrote "I loved you"
The three fucking words
Kept replaying in my mind
Like a song stuck on repeat
I felt my heart shatter into
A million pieces
I wrote back "Don't let me go"
Little did I know he already
Moved on
~be your own rose in your own garden ~
YOU ARE READING
The rose in the garden
Poetry"The rose in the garden" is a book of collective poems
