I don’t want to be a rose anymore
I hate that you have to deal with the toughest things alone
no one would understand the brick on your chest
that’s taken residence in your heart since you were sixteen
I hate the half umbrella having one parent leaves you with
the protection it offers during a storm
is just
not enough
I hate that you have to deal with the toughest things alone
because you feel like you’re too heavy for someone else
you bring a certain darkness they won’t forget
as if one day of stormy clouds would eat up all the sunshine you brought before
as if you could never be bright again
Nobody says it
but once the reveal is done and you lay your soul bare
you can no longer be the fun friend
now you’re the meaningful deep conversation friend
but does that mean I’m never allowed to have fun again?
That because I showed you how I truly felt one time
I’m now a serious wilted flower you need to water
