today
is the day
to stop pretending
that you are okay
with not
being okay.
yesterday
could have been the day
you lied your last
"i'm fine"
tomorrow
could be the day
you actually
mean it.
if you do not
pull the weeds
in the garden,
the flowers
will never
grow.
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.
