sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection

seasonal garden

do you remember when you gifted me dying roses?
was i just as easily replaceable to you?
and when i pricked my little finger—
still one finger too many
to count the times you told the truth—
watching the blood trickle down
we sat in silence.
fingering through the rose petals,
watering the garden of my cheeks
you silently said your goodbyes,
i didn't mean enough to you
to warrant a verbal one.
you went back to the garden
you used mine to distract yourself from.
and i vow to never let you enter mine again
my flowers, red with blood
cant take anymore disappointment.