Sincerely, Jennifer x

Roses were red,

now, dead, on the doorstep,

too timid to knock,

now, shrivelling in the cool, cruel winter sun.

Life is now,

each second, so much more meaningful than we know,

those seconds, stumbling upon your doorstep,

switching from one foot to the other,

my hands, hysterically screaming inside of my pockets as I begged them to make a break from the door.

Poor, shy girl,

never able to grasp the things she wants,

never able to ask,

never able to lift the roses to her face and inhale their energy, before they are browning,

drowning,

dead on the doorstep.

Born to lie girl,

shy and so full of self doubt,

self loathing,

self awareness,

watching from the shelf, atop an aching, old oak tree as you step into the night’s soft light,

lifting the long gone declaration of love to your face,

inhaling the empty promises and honest hope.

You’ve never looked more puzzled,

or more beautiful.