ROSES

Why did you buy me flowers?
Is it because like it's petals, I have many layers?
Or because you know how delicate I am deep within...
You have to,
Treat me with special care, because my trust is paper thin
Show me off, put me on, like a bouquet
Or breathe me in, keep me all to yourself.
Did its stem remind you of me?
Thick, curvy and sometimes, jealously green..
Did it's thorns draw some blood... quick, unexpectedly
Just like me
Yet you reached out and touched it again,
More strategic this time because let's be honest, being cautious is truly your gain.
Is nurturing me your aim?
Or torturing me... Letting me fade.
Why would you pluck me from the bunch?
If you knew your love would only be a sucker punch...
Why did you buy me flowers?
Was it for any of these reasons? Or just out of meaningless romanticism?
Was it a silent rhetoric?
To get me within your reach...
I will always wonder
Because all you said was "I got you these"
And like a fool I smiled
Then, oblivious to certain realities
But as I plough through these
You love me"s and
You love me not"s
Only one question invades my thoughts
Why did you buy me flowers...
I bet your answer will never be enough.