My Flower
Published in
Apr 27, 2022
“Over my love for you?” No.
When I said I’d go to the moon and back for you, I meant it,
Because love isn’t the late autumn leaf that falls off its branch, trailing in the wind, forgotten.
It’s a flower.
A flower I poison every day, for I must KILL,
Kill what I long for —
Kill what I lust for,
Kill what I need.
I must kill the flower; I must kill the love,
The love I can’t take —
The love not given,
The love, I’ll never know…
And I do it for you.