when i was five,
my grandparents,
owned a flower farm.
i know everything there is to know about flowers,
about how to strip every single leaf off without damaging the stem,
to how preciously you have to pack orchids so there heads don't fall off
and how long a daffodil can survive without water.
what i don't know is how to make someone fall in love with you,
and how to stop yourself from going crazy,
and how long a human can last, depressed.
last sunday when we met.
you stole my heart without realising, i think.
but in the end, you knew,
and you took advantage of this,
by ripping it to shreds.
i hope your futures good,
and you have not one, but many kids,
to anyone you please,
the sad thing is,
i know im my heart,
no one will ever be as good for you,
as me.