I promised you roses. Yet you took the garden. Stolen, Gone forever. You took everything I had and had the audacity to shatter it As my obliviousness stared at the stars, Entranced, Like every other night.
I promised you love. Yet you took my heart. Pretty, Sweet, absolutely destroyed Without my knowing, While my obliviousness got lost in the songs we fell asleep to. You threw my heart on the ground and stepped on it too, As if to make up for any kindness you had showed me before.
You ruined the stars for me, You ruined my love, You ruined me. All because I promised you love and you took my heart. All because I promised you roses and you took the garden.
Woo I hate this but that’s to be expected it’s the first poem I’ve written in a whileeeee (also this isn’t based on experience I haven’t actually dated anyone but it’s based on a line I heard somewhere of I promised you roses)