A Rose For Every Lie

I never liked roses. 

They were so temporary in their life span.

Just as you had been in mine. 

A rose for every lie you told

A rose for every disappointment 

How many times had you promised you'd be there and you weren't?

I lost track after twice. Why so many more chances afterwards?

Maybe I wanted to believe in you. 

Hoping to see something that just didn't exist.

It doesn't make you a bad person, just bad for me.

There's nothing to forgive, so you needn't say you're sorry when you know you're not. 

I know who and what you are

Don't waste the lovely bearing of roses to cover your falsehoods 

You're only killing a fresh lovely flower.

 Don't ask me to meet you anywhere just for a last chance to explain yourself, either.

I know you won't be there. 

But, for once you did in fact wait for me, much to my surprise

I watched from afar, it wasn't for very long.

When you left our proposed meeting place, 

I had taken a page from your play book and dropped a dead carnation on the ground for you to find.

You knew it was left by me,

You know, I never liked roses anyway.

 

Reviews

[Planet x]

That is so beautiful, I love it so much

[Julian]

Love it!!! Short and yet complete, reading a chapter from a life story summed up in a few paragraphs. The weary words that emerge when the sorrow, anger and bitterness have all drained away, leaving only a slightly sad new view of reality- reality without the ongoing melancholy of trying to deal with someone who is plainly not right for us. Well done.

[Matthew Kult]

Wryly written. Love the story. Magnificent on the ending. Awesome read.

With love,

Matthew