Writing Roses

Wilting Rose

I gave you a red rose to think of my heart.
My heart that I tried to give to you.
My heart that hurts with one touch.
My heart that dies with no care.

It's okay, because it still beats to see you.
It beats to talk to you.
It beats to be near you
It beat's stop when you ignore it.

• • • •

I gave you my heart to think about a wilting rose.
A wilting rose that had no water.
A wilting rose that didn't get enough sun.
A wilting rose that I tried to give to you.

It's fine, because it still holding on to it's petals.
Holding on to what you say.
Holding on to when you're here.
Holding on, or at least trying to.

• • • •
Do you still care for the little rose heart?
I know I was never to your liking.
So you went off to let the rose die.
You just had to let my heart die.

I'm not good anymore without my beating petals.
Without the beat, my heart can't live.
My petals couldn't hold on much longer.
My heart couldn't take the break any longer.

• • • •

Although my life is done,
Although I am no more.
let me say one last thing before I go,
let you hold on to the words like a rose and heart.

A wilting Rose you couldn't take care of.
A dying heart you let stop.
A flower you knew was fragile.
A human you didn't love.
• • • •

"I love you."