heartfullofpoetry

There were white dahlias
And they lined your island
I remember pulling them up
And weaving their thick stems into my hair
But you said
I couldn't take your flowers
Because I always wore black
And the vines that held my arms skyward
Were always black. 
Oh, I loved you, 
I fought for you,
I sang for you.
And every night when you would fall asleep
I'd uproot those dahlias
Until every last stem was gone
And now
You collapse in my arms
And you don't know why.