Giving In (Roses)

You've got the sort of

Spirit

That gives me Hope.

Baby,

You've got the

Smile

That illuminates my Path.

Happiness grows with

The watering of your

Love; only you can make

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Inconsequentially,

(Alone).

I'll take your hand, and

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Right into your

Heart.

Shouldn't I?

Apathy

You kept calling me

You couldn't stop

Didn't want to let go.

I know who you are

I know your reasons

Better than you.

I don't care anymore- there is

No reason to care anymore.

You don't understand it's

Because I just want to be

Happy with you, not because

I don't care anymore.

We sat in silence not saying

A word,  not even to ourselves.

I know when you're not thinking

I know it's over but I know you

Want to keep going. Just sit there

And don't reach for my hand

Just sit there. You can't do this

Anymore because we have stayed in

Silence for so long.

You kept calling me, but we

Never said anything.  You

Didn't want to let go but

You did. So just sit there

And let me not care.

Awoken

A palm tree waves and
Crashes into the corner's
Window.  A dark orange
Glow becomes a subtle
Then not-so-subtle light
Blue.  The blur from dark
Is a consciousness revoked
For some things may not
Be real.  I just know my
Eyes are open, and there
Is a palm tree.

My Room

The putrid smell of rotting flowers
Yet I refuse- I must keep looking,
Morning after dreary.

They might turn yellow again,
Lift their heads and
Live, so I am waiting.

I wait for that morning,
I wait for that to be over.
I wait, by myself, for the things
I have loved. I’ll never know
If I’ll ever stop waiting.

By myself, the flowers gray.
Nothing has color or taste.

When I walk into the room
All I see is gray- I know
I’m alone now.

So spare me and
Spare me and
Let me go back
Into my room.