please don't say
that you love me.
because you never truly did
love me.
maybe you liked,
or even loved,
the thought of me being
with me.
but you have never loved me,
you see,
because you destroyed me.
and because of that,
i am sure,
that you never loved me.
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.
