I pressed the first flower you ever gave me in a book
the red petals stained the rough pages a dark crimson
but I will not let you stain me
with your negativity
the words I write and the stories I tell
have already been weighed down
by secrets I never told you
lifting you up
was so easy to me
that I forgot it wasn't my job at all.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
I pressed the first flower you ever gave me in a book
the red petals stained the rough pages a dark crimson
but I will not let you stain me
with your negativity
the words I write and the stories I tell
have already been weighed down
by secrets I never told you
lifting you up
was so easy to me
that I forgot it wasn't my job at all.