Expressing Me

The Crushed Rose

Everyday I think of that decision,

The choice that you so willingly chose,

Leaving me so alone in the dark,

Trying to cure the heart that you always froze.

How can someone I love so much

Hurt me this badly?

But the thing that hurts me the most

Is that I'll give myself to you so gladly.

Sitting on the floor and wearing your clothes,

That huge t-shirt that I always wore

I stare into space blankly,

Trying to cover up the heart that you so brutally tore.

Scattered around the room,

Are my haunting memories of you,

I was always loyal,

But to me, you were never true.

I can still feel the ghost of your arms,

Holding me tight and close,

I always thought that I

Was the one you loved most.

The day you told me that it was over,

The day that I was crushed,

Your words were hard, harsh and cold,

So different to the ones that made me blush.

That symbol of love you gave me,

A single, red, worn out rose,

It's my only reminder except for the pain,

Of that lame, hurtful choice you chose.