"

Towards the end
Of our love
I would always call you
Flower
And I guess you thought
That it was a affectionate gesture
But I guess I was really just putting name
To your character.
You smelled so damn good;
You looked do damn pretty;
But once you wilted,
That was it.

I call you my flower
Because love is a
Goddamn vicious cycle
And it flourishes
With tending
But eventually
It will fall apart
And crumble into the soil
I call you flower
Because you’re rotten
But at least
You left behind
Seeds.

"
  • looking back at myself a year ago: how embarassing
  • looking back at myself a month ago: how embarassing
  • looking back at myself a week ago: how embarassing
  • looking back at myself yesterday: how embarassing
  • looking at myself right now: how embarassing