Wilted Rose

I cry one tear for Stockholm,

Where life was cringey

Like sweethearts dancing.

Too sweet to eat

Like our mac and cheese.

Full of training wheels

And rose-tinted shades.

Full of cliffs

and perfect landings.

Was it love?

For when I fell,

I crashed.

Cut deeper than Hell.

The bliss we allowed.

Too young to see how

Our walks could never last.

How the sidewalk always ends.

My girl,

The roses have long been wilted.

Rotten from the overdose.

Once the eye, now you slip on ice.

Blinded by your tears and all the lies.

Your reason to live

Is the reason to die.

Broken promises.

Broken heart.

How naive I was

To trust my first love

when a first love

Is only the start.

One tear for now,

As you’re nowhere to be found.

As you return with a decade on your skin,

Expecting my heart to be bound.

But how?

When you, yourself run

u n w o u n d.

Love and hate escape my speech.

Mourning only for what

can never be born.

You lost me.

I lost a part of me.

Resentment burned a hole

like your cigarette.

Now someone’s filled your space

Giving the love I’d never get.

For what we had was never love.

An empty silhouette.