Dead Yellow Roses

I always get it wrong

Make the wrong decisions

Stay a bit too long

Now my past is made up of

No more than

Dead yellow roses

The ones you used to bring me

Which over time decayed

And died.

Dead Yellow Roses

As dead as the two of us

A memory of a smile

The imprint of your body

Lying next to me

A necessary band aid

Needing to be ripped off

My heart is numb, cold to the core

It feels black

Infected with your anguish

As I said it down the phone.

You were a million miles away

I couldn’t wait

And with that unexpected call

I panicked

And told you

All that I wanted to save

For when you were back home

And not alone.

You can say what you want

To your friends

Take the time you need to heal

Hate me

Curse me

Say what you want

I’ll take this bouquet

Of the past

And let it burn.