Resting my head on the window sill,
I gazed up at the sky in twilight phase
the moon shone oh so brightly tonight,
reminiscing the day he entered my twisted life.
There he stood on my doorstep,
his cold brown eyes piercing through my soul,
the divine had lavished time on him,
he must have been adored up there
for he looked like an incarnation of a greek god!
A black rose in his hands as his love he confessed
my heart filled with happiness
I asked,"but why, a black rose?"
He told me," That's just who I am,"
"will you be my girl?", he asked
I already was.
"broken he is", I thought
" I'll be the bandaid he needs,
a black rose is rare
and so is he."
His queen I was,
my life a fairytale
he made me fall for him each day all over again
he made me fly without lifting me.
he brought out the best in me,
that I could I see.
but then, he walked away,
out of my life, he left my side
he gifted me scars,
he broke my heart
Just another girl to win,
to break and part.
As every inch,
every fibre of my body ached for him
I realised,
that sick twisted bastard that I loved
had indeed taught me how to fight.
He was my best mistake
my biggest regret.
and for him,
I was just another girl that he left behind.
Three weeks later as I was painting
my doorbell rang,
ready to curse the source
grudgingly I opened the door,
to an empty space
and as I turned back to close the door,
I froze.
gloriously adorning my doormat lay
a magnificent black rose.
To look around I didn't dare,
seeing him now I couldn't bare
I silently picked up the rose
and closed the door.
I let out a humourless chuckle
the rose was black
just like his heart, full of darkness
I learned something that day,
some people cannot change
even if they want to,
it's their fate
they're meant for heartbreak.
The games that fate loves to play with us,
he was my first love and my lost essence,
vehemently, I threw the rose in the garbage,
I now left him behind,
my heart I would salvage.
I went ahead in life choosing the light,
yet, on my doormat laid a black
rose everynight.
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This is the first ever poem that I wrote!
I know it's cringey.
I've cringed multiple times already while uploading this.
Eh, whatever.
Anyways, bare with it y'all.
This poem is close to my heart.
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