the heart is a funny thing
it can love and it can hurt
but it always heals, or at least it tries to
whatever that means
it’s kinda like roses
that grows out towards the things it needs like the sun
and will begin to absorb all of the good from it
but on the flip side it's also unfortunate
in that when things around it die
the death will also spread to it too
and sometimes
if it’s really lucky
it can be saved
but usually it’s just neglected and withers away
it’s amazing though that even as it withers it tries its best
and when it’s best isn’t enough bouquet falls apart
the petals literally fall
the stem gets mushy
it can’t even support itself
and it’s not that the rose didn’t have a chance
it’s that at some point it made a mistake
or maybe its course was predetermined to not outlive the others
the universe provided just that
as it always does
and that rose may think it fucked up
and in a way maybe it did
but it doesn’t really matter who fucked up cus the rose is dead
so then as the rose tries to grow outward
and cling on to whatever roses it can
and falls short of it
don’t question when it starts to die
and you realize that the rose wasn’t free to begin with
you knew it shouldn’t have been from the start
but you thought you believed
and you thought feel felt stronger than words
and i thought so too
but it isn’t and it never was
maybe it’s okay for the rose to die
it lived a good life
i guess
but don’t look at me and pretend you didn’t let the rose die
you had every chance to save it
it wasn’t the prettiest rose in the bouquet and you knew that
maybe you felt you could only save one
even when that rose tried and tried
and tried
and tried
and fucking tried again
and knew it was doomed for death
you had to let the inevitable happen, didn’t you?
so as this rose lives it’s last days out, appreciate the beauty of it
the few petals that are left
and the structure it holds
because in a few short days
the water will evaporate
and it’ll go back to dirt
the rose will just re-enter the cycle
likely never to be a beautiful rose again
but it’s not like you ever cared about that
you never even wanted a rose anyway
you were looking for dandelions