I gave my blood to color the roses.
They wilted and I wept.
When I found myself full again,
I decided that blood wasn't good enough.
Not for life.
It only prolonged existing.
When I found him I gave him my time,
figured that it would be worthwhile.
That it would be better than
all that had come before.
better than red roses.
But it was a waste.
for the time was only spent in agony.
He left my life, and once again I was left empty.
I decided that time wasn't good enough.
Not for life.
It was just endless space for the taking.
I was alone for a long time.
I saved my blood and kept my time to myself. Hoping that one day would be different.
There were many monotonous days.
Many days filled with nothing.
I remember none of them.
And then suddenly, you.
I didn't know if you were it,
the someone I had been waiting for.
But you made me laugh and that was something.
But one day you showed up at my door with roses.
Red roses.
I have remembered every day since you.
SK(art)
