our love was like a song
i memorized every word like i memorized every inch of your body, as you did mine
all those nights we had each other on repeat
the bass of your heartbeat pounding with the treble of my breaths
bodies singing in perfect sync
i thought we were in harmony but you went and changed the hook
missed calls, skipped notes
ignored texts, broken verses
no longer a duet
since you forgot the lyrics

i wanna love you at 7 am
sunlight beams dancing between the blinds
bodies intertwined beneath wrinkled sheets
as i lay my head against what seems to be the human embodiment of an equilibrium
you are my world
i let weight take control of my eyelids and drift back into the serenity i've found in your hold
until i wake again at 8 am and love you once more

i was a rose
with delicate crimson petals,
and pin sharp thorns
radiating extreme passion
and deeply rooted pain
to those who stumbled upon my presence
i was a rose
a physical representation
beauty, promise, lastings
despair, torment, endings
but i still yearned for love
to be watered, allowing growth
but i was drenched with tears full of angst and fragments
of those who have hurt you before
i was a rose
you didn't have much of a green thumb
and that was okay