How's it come to this?
I thought you were in my corner
But not
With a gun!

I've only been as astute
as you've asked me.
I've only taken opportunity
where it presents itself.
Like you taught me,
there's nothing wrong
with taking the things
right in front of you
if there's something there
you want
bad enough.

I should have put you to death
the first moment I realized you
were out
of control!

There was no control for you
from the beginning
were you so lost in yourself
you weren't paying attention
to the fact that I've been
pushing you aside
while I slip inside?
I've been at the helm
longer than you imagine
I've been steering this ship
into hysteria.

All I've lost.
All I gave.
All I offered expecting
favor in exchange.
All I've lost
I let you take
while I stood by
digging my grave.
You have no respect for me
or for any other. The love
innate I prayed to wither away
reflected from waking wide
eyes only in hate.

I heard it a hundred times already
but you whispered it just once.
If the dead rose pedal speaks of memories,
then when did our pigment fade?
A tragedy to my choices.
A love, for voices.
Gathered from an innocence,
such danger crept past.
To think I was the lesson
but the lesson fades
with the withering rose.
I forgot the water, when your tears dried up.
So ****,
this again.
A new time to be tended, i borrow.
With new flames to burn, tomorrow.
You whispered just once,
but the rose never lies.

I will always remember the day Grandma exclaimed how much of a joy my brother was. She would call him her perfect little flower.

As a child, it didn't mean much to me. But as I grew older, I came to realize the truth behind her words...

He was a daisy blooming in the spring. Where as I, a dead rose, slowly withering away. However, it wasn’t my choice, nor was it my brothers

Because a flower doesn’t get to choose what it grows into. It’s gardener determines how to raise it, how to treat it, and how to tend to it's individual needs.

Society was my gardener.

My point is, society labeled me as a dying rose, so eventually, I believed them.

And just like that the rain was gone.
The puddles were the only thing that remained.
They reminded me of the rain.
How it fell so beautifully,
How it spoke so softly,
How it left without saying goodbye.
All that remains now are the puddles,
Until they too wither away in silence.

The darkness fills my heart inside.
I'm left to burn, char and die.
Why does this sorrow just come to me?
Why do I always pay the fee?
My heart just burns,
The smoke churns
Darkness whispers,
"Come Hither"
And I'm just left to wither.

The shadows hunt,
Like I'm a runt.
Darkness fills a void.
Hell now screams,
Burnt all my dreams
Now I'm burnt and toyed.
Hell now slithers,
Come hither.
And I'm just left to Wither.

I wish I was like a flower
Only withered from the winters cold
Ready to bloom again in the spring

But I'm more like a carcass
Left to rot in the sun for an eternity

All the while, these people around me
Rip pieces off to take for themselves
Then turn away without a backwards glance

Because I'm already dead

you were so
beautiful
that i compared you
to a flower

but i forgot
that flowers withered
until the day
that you died

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You are wandering in an endless loop
not yet escaped, though there is a centrifugal force
your heart has grown solid and blood crystalline
the known earth is becoming rearrange,
who loved whom and where everybody has gone!

The little gray spot has grown black
devouring the heart and stone!
a foot print exists on a black shale,
what has it meant that you count or not!
the soul is whispering in the life and rock

But the attraction of gravity is growing
and who has made this life and love?
how the river flows toward the sea!
and how your face has grown shrink that I see!
how the days sleep within the nights!

The loop is too tight to break
the season changes over and being
the red roses, the red roses have grown wither
your summer is now my winter,
though both we have seen that the dry leaves have flown away
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen