Flowers in Winter

There are so many things

I cannot say

So I'll give you flowers instead.

I'll hand you purple Aconite

I don't have fangs

Or poison

To make you feel the hurt you've caused

So I'll give you Monkshood instead

Next I'll hand you Buttercups

For your actions

Which reek of childishness

I'll add some Yellow Carnations

For disdain is the least

of my feelings for you now

Orange Lily and Petunias

For the hatred

and resentment

that now drip from me

as I think of you.

I liked you when we met

You made my friend so happy

But now she's hurting

And I'll never be able to say

How much I hate you for that

So I'll hand you flowers instead.