Or so the Story Goes

Roses are red, violets are blue

Or so the story goes

Yet I’ve seen red in blood once shed

By slamming fists dislodging teeth

Just like the rain, they poured and they flowed

Twisting flesh into a twilight hue

When it rains, it pours

Or so the story goes

I’ve found violets to be of a blue that blooms

Across battered skin and scars that stung still

While eyes once white, turned a scarlet shade

Inflamed by one hand and many a sleepless night

Ignorance is bliss

Or so the story goes

Like when a dozen roses were gifted in regret

As an omen for better days,

Though soon healing wounds, turned a violet blue

Live and learn

Or so the story goes

No longer the fool, I’ve pondered and waited

Not for the rain to go away

But for my feet, to carry me