i gave you all i ever was,
but it was i who couldn't see
relationships are meant for those
who bloom petals of love.
how could i be so foolish
to mistake these lacerations
on my feeble fingers;
a constant reminder of the fights
that saw both the moon and sun-
as dazzling leaves bleeding visions
of euphoria?
it was i who mistook his grin
for the sunshine my soul lacked.
where my ignorance sang of love
his serrated tongue whispered of clouds
and rainy days;
my garden of thoughts
wilting with every word
that took my spirit away.
How could I be so foolish?