Those Silk Carnations
Every time, every day that I see those flowers
I think of you.
Why did I choose to keep them?
Those silk carnations remind me
Of the hurtful words
The pain
The tears
The suffering
I see the burning red-orange
The ivory white
Golden yellow
Those wretched flowers that I weaved
Through your dark hair
Listening to your deceptive giggles
Feeling the silken strands
Run through my fingers
The strands that ran through my fingers
Just like you did.
Those flowers remind me of the bleeding
The battle I fought with myself
Your laugh as I screamed at you
For mercy
But I have better things to do
Than to damn you
By the likeness of those flowers
Those silk carnations
Picked out on the drug of adrenaline
An unsteady pulse
A raging mind
And a smile
Full of the hope for love,
a friend
Oh my pretty little carnations!
I thank you for the constant reminder
That I can get through anything
That nothing could hurt me
I am saving you, one day, for him
So that I can leave the reminder of the beautiful day we had
And why I choose to forgive
Instead of seek revenge