Fix you.
It’s beyond repair.
I can’t find all the pieces,
Broken Mirror.
But,
I’ll make you a mosaic.

Titan of old,
Bearing both your love and mine.
Guide me, Navigator.
Let me take the weight.
You’ll shatter,
I’ll just break.

Hanging with friends,
Feeling sinks it.
It creeps then consumes.
Fake a laugh,
Give a smile.
They don’t need you.
They don’t want you.
You’ve seen it before.
Being with you is a chore.

I’d offer you the world.
Every ocean and stream,
Every crevice and cave,
My flowers and trees.
But I know the answer clear.
“No, I have my own.”

I am a yellow rose.
Good for nothing but friendship.
You hold me in your hand.
As you walk across the garden.
Red roses are tradition,
Lovely unlike the rest.
If not for their thorns,
Surely they’d be your favorite.
Orange roses shine in the sun.
More delicate than I.
They accept your every loving ‘brace.
I stare as you hold them.
I’ll never make you smile,
Not when they shine.
Yet Night and Day,
I’m told my love is requited.