all the stars that died ✦ a poetry anthology

even flowers bloom to wither

Even flowers bloom to wither,
And autumn gives way to winter.
So how can I believe,
This beautiful thing,
Could be my constant,
In a world of variables?

You were an artist, so was I
So I thought you'd understand.
What it feels when all the colours,
Are stolen, from right under your hand.
Yet when it came to choosing sides,
You stayed, neutral, leaving me to battle.

You were in love, but I was not,
You still believed I could,
But I couldn't forget the scars of the past,
And let you in through the gates.
Scared to make the same mistake twice,
And be left to dwell in the pain.

You were my friend, were you not?
Assuring me you'd safe-keep,
The secrets I held in my heart for so long,
But you weren't even a little discreet.
When you allowed my words to escape,
And ear to ear transcend
No matter how polluted.

So even flowers bloom to wither,
And autumn gives way to winter.
I'll let my petals be weathered,
And leave nothing but thorns,
To protect myself, in a world
Where only the good will always mourn.

✦

“ you poke that bear
till the claws come out
and you have something
to wrap your noose around,
but no one likes
a mad woman. "
— mad woman (t.s.)

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