a rose petal falls
from its flower
into the palm of my hand
i smile
knowing that we're so much alike
and i tremble
because it feels so unnatural
to see something so sterile
so delicate
abreast the marked canvas that
is my skin
like beauty and
the beast
my scars taint its purity
and i grieve
knowing that
without its host
soon
it will wane and wither
down the same paths that i
wandered past
all those years ago
the rose petal falls
from the palm of my hand
onto the
worn
wooden
floor
and i smile
knowing that i'm alone
once again
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Poetry~catharsis ~collection of heartbreak poems, unsent messages, sad boi quotes and more ~mostly mine, credit given if stolen from the interweb ~maybe POSSIBLY dark themes ~occasional trigger warning
