I won't be plucking off petals from my rose
like those lovesick Romeos and Juliets on park benches.
I don't need luck and petal symmetry to believe.

I won't litter the petals
like lipstick marks or blood stains on white sheets.
I won't be placing them in a vase half full,
that's temporary.

I have a better plan in mind,
a better way to immortalize
my rose. Deep within a gift,
pressed between pages
is a symbol of your love to me.

A ray of light cuts through water at a vertical angle,
and in that moment you wonder if you really understand the things you thought you did,
or is it all just a mathematical equation?
Does it all add up?
You see the water look like tiny beads of light,
and you have now realized how you don't know your next move,
how lost you truly are
You question those around you,
paranoia kicks in,
and you're alone.
This world is setting you up for disaster
And, I'm not supposed to say this...
But, you're not the only one.