I told you to do what you wanted, to make your own choice, and you left me alone. So I sat by the lake by myself and sang a song about how you let me cave in.
later, when the sun was fully submerged under the lake water, and my sadness had left me, you came back to me in that same spot, and gave me a memory of a waltz, a kiss, and a reason to smile. I will truly never forget.
On the walk back, with my bare feet pressed against the concrete and my converse swinging by my side, I thought about how you have such a beautiful way of influencing my emotions like the pendulum they are.
It wouldn’t be living if there wasn’t some sadness.
You gave me a rose today. It sits in my room wilting patiently. Slyly pouring salt in the wound. And what strikes me most is the symmetry. how it sits dying so beautifully, how it stands tall through all the pain, how it's petals crash onto the floor like my knuckles into my wall, and how it makes me smile so easily. A nice gesture, falling somewhere between a torture and a romance.