The smashed flowers on the pavement,
evidence of another heart break.
Shoe prints and running water,
running into the drain like blood from a fresh wound.
A man and a woman,
or a man and a man
or a woman and a woman
or just two people in general.
I wonder who got their heart broken,
I wonder who dropped the vase,
what kind of person were they?
did they deserve it?
It's kinda weird how the world works,
were they a good or bad person?
How much did the flowers cost?
How many thoughts were spent?
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PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
