i bought you a box of flowers, i kept them in my car and wondered if you wanted them. they're a little wilted, but you always told me it was the thought that counts. i smiled when i saw them in your room, sitting on your bedside table. they made the air smell like spring and brought life to the walls. i grabbed your hand and placed it in mine. now you were smiling. your dimples were showing and i swear i could have stared at you for hours. you pulled me closer and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, i always hated that, but your touch was warm so i didn't care. 'i love you' fell from your lips. i loved you too, but i never should have told you.
i walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed. the doorbell rang, it was you, standing in front of me with the box of flowers. 'i'm sorry' you said and then left. i opened the box; 75 dead flowers laid on the cardboard flooring, tangled together. love looses its colour once again.
-kenzie
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrythese are the words inside my head that i sometimes just need to get out. and hopefully you enjoy reading them
