Dry Flower

Maybe it's not even me who should be doing this We were both too stressed out Before we knew it were just fighting all the time I'm sorry I've wanted to talk about this for ages We probably won't see each other again In a room with just the two of us you were the only one talking weren't you If we ever meet somewhere someday will you be able to smile about today I can't explain the reason properly but I don’t hate any part of you—your voice your awkward face even the way you cry after falling asleep—none of it Every single day with you will surely surely surely be like dried flowers Fades in color I'm glad it wasn't you after all—no more tears no more words like "just me " and even the saddest goodbye fades with time You're standing beside someone new— I wonder if you' really handling it well now that you don't even want to see my face anymore so please don't reach out in some awkward way your convenience hasn't changed at all has it Yet I couldn't ignore it so I gave a small reply—your awkward voice your clumsy face maybe I still don't hate you now just like dried flowers Over time it will surely surely surely fade away The monsters shimmer in the moonlight I must be losing my mind Colors rise from the darkness Crimson blue calls your name deep within my heart the scent of affection lingers once more I hate every clumsy part of you—your voice your face—every single bit of it I’ll keep placing this flower that never fades beside you holding it forever endlessly