Roses and Violets

Roses and Violets

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She was my best friend. And, I lost her. Based off of a quote that I saw on Tumblr. 'Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you. But, the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty, you wrists are stained red. The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear; there's no silver lining 'cause you're no longer here. Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight, you're laying there frozen, so far from the light. Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun, but time can't be turned nor your actions undone. The words that you wrote that only I read, "I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead." A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep, a pain that we shared, a friend I could keep. I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes; been there the moment you said your goodbye. I want to forget, but most times I won't, I want to let go, but I know that I won't. Tears on my face, memories burned in my head, the roses are wilted, the violets are dead. '
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Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out. ***** It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.

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