I know you're trying to be nice,
And I know you're just nervous,
But I'll never treat you the way you deserve.

You curse the world,
Then go praise me,
I'm not the person you want me to be.

"Every time we talk my heart skips a beat.
Because you are that beat.
You are whats keeping me alive."

Where you from?
He asked,
Can I get you a drink? Wine?
She said she liked red

He watched her
From across the table.
Eyes lingered on her lips.
She said she liked red.

Playing cards,
The room was filled with smoke.
He offered a Marlboro
She said she liked red.

And when they left,
He told her he had a car.
She went because
She said she liked red.

In a hotel room,
As she unzipped her dress
For his hungry gaze.
She said she liked red.

And when his blood dripped
From her hands
And it was done,
She said she liked red.

Dad,
You don't get me,
You never have.
When I ran away,
Were you even sad?
Dad,
You wanted me gold,
I tarnished in your hands.
I fell through your fingers
Like grains of sand.
Dad,
You don't get me.
Especially not when
I told you to call me
Kylo Ren.

We were waiting when we met.
I turned and you sat.
And we were both in transition,
You bobbed your head to the station.
I bit my lip because I knew you were watching,
We met eyes; You tried dodging.
They called your name, then mine too,
A little piece that we now knew.
For you they sent
You stood and went,
Perhaps we'll meet again,
Knowingly they watched, and then,
I imagined how you'll bloom
As we waited in separate rooms.

She wrote about roses,
A petal in every prose.
She talks of someone and glows
Hits the breaks and slows.
Who makes her bloom?
A lost bride or groom?
Something grown in the wild?
A sweet little child?
Her sorrow is a garden,
Heart will never harden.
She wears her words like a crown,
She pulls them up from the ground.
A story weaved into a wreath,
Memories picked like leaves.
Poems like flowers in a bouquet,
Who does she silently serenade?