i was so undeserving,
and yet, you were
so relentless.
i pushed- you pulled.
i wept- you embraced.
i bled- you repaired.
i faltered- you shushed.
i stopped- you smiled.
i was a disaster-
the worst of its kind.
and yet, you still
had the audacity
to let me know
that i was beautiful
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
