Red roses and blue violets

Were never-

Never will be

Enough.

Because I cared

Enough for the both of us.

Maybe that's why

You didn't care at all.

Despite my fingers being buried in yours,

Your inclinations left me impaired.

You set us on fire,

Then left me to burn by myself.

I'm sitting here on your porch

In a pile of coals that are all I have to remember you by.

A line of flames waits behind my turned back.

I'm oblivious to their heat-

I'm throwing roses and violets at your door.