My poems are the black roses on the grave of the girl I used to be.
They came from the girl I am now.
Each rose has the title of each poem I have ever wrote written in gold.
"I" (meaning the girl I am now) stand in the rain, looking at the headstone, reading the words numbly.
No one can see me. I'm an angel.
I tell myself, "It will be okay," over and over again.
It's useless.
It will never be okay.
The part that scares me the most isn't moving on, but becoming numb to all the things I once loved