You planted a beautiful garden of roses once
Each rose was soft and round and perfect
This rose garden was precious to you
You tended to the flowers every morning and every night
You laughed with the flowers whenever I passed by
Like it was a sort of inside joke
I used to love this garden but only because you loved it
You loved it more than anything
More than anyone
But little did I know that you loved it more than me
I guess that was why you placed it where you did
Inside of my lungs
I was coughing up petals
It was fine at first
I was getting soil trapped in my esophagus
It was fine at first
But now I am choking
But now I am bleeding from the hundreds of scratches left by thorns
But now I am gripping on to what ever oxygen I possibly can
And this is your fault
Something so beautiful caused me pain
I used to love this garden
Growing inside my lungs
It was a beautiful garden
With perfect, dewey little roses
But now I can't breathe
I didn't really edit this to fit any poetic style. Deal with it.
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