Dead Flowers
A Metaphor for Acceptance in Knowing You're Not Worth My Time Anymore
By Layla NoraPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
I was dead when you knew me.
Flawed when you pursued me.
Now I've come to realize I was more alive than you guys.
I hope you don't think bad of me.
Even if you do, I won't think of you.
I can water and sun everything;
But if you won't grow than what's the point?
To be lifeless and alive at the same time.
Aren't you dead inside?
You're like dead flowers.
Once a pretty memory now you're a wilting tragedy.
Water yourself.
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