Perks Of Being A Dull Flower

The Perks Of Being, A Dull Flower

She said she’s always wanted to f**k a poet

mine never come true

so who am I to deny dreams?

deviated words

slithered through

my ears

accompanied by

the howling of

the brisk wind

my eyes

were fixed

to the enigmatic lights

but i’m almost certain

in the very corner

of my eye

she was biting her rose lips

pull into this parking lot

she almost sang those words

followed by a forced giggle

so I complied

instinctively

but

as if tranced

now what?

as if my tattered mind

knew not the blatant answer

she only smiled

that god damn smile

that whispered

so many things

but know this

roses aren't always red

and violets are in fact violet

and somehow

I fell victim to the siren

A hug led to a kiss

that god damn kiss

the ruined my fairy tale

and burned the pages

leaving me irresolute

with no happy ending

no glass slippers

just a god damn

poisoned apple

bruised neck

and once again

a broken heart

but if you asked

if it was worth it

I’d still say

yes.

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