Here's A Flower For You [Poetry]

my darkness shows its true paleness

Heartbreak grows like an ancient Rome story.
Amongst us, venturing through some of us in worry.
Slipping through our fingers like some slippery lies.
White, venomous, radiating its own silent cries.

It seeks for a black rose.
Black, shining, toxic amarose.
Inhaling the dark smell through your nose.
Darkness swallows more than keen on causing you lose.

But I like it like that.
I like that my blood reeks the smell of—of losing the colour of red.
And now it's black.
And it's a fact.

—g.c
[ call my name twice and i'll let you play my dice ]