Wilting

I realize you are the wilted bloom of flowers I was only trying to save
I should cast you away from the other buds
But I worry for their potential
Worry they’ll be so similar to you that tossing you out would be futile
A rerun
Never as fun as the original
I am caught up watching the slow decay of yesterday’s promises
Yesterday’s feelings
A bottle leaking all the carbonation that used to fill my stomach
I’m waiting until the open air of your lungs turns me into nothing by perfectly flat
It’s like I’m ticking down the days until you’re weeks passed expired
But I’m still holding on
You came with a warning label
Dark and bold
And I saw
But I have the luxury of blindness when faced with caution tape
You call it reckless
I call it an honest mistake
Or wishful thinking
Or storm chasing

Your petals now litter the floor of my most recent thoughts
You’ve erased yourself from daydreams and reminiscings
But you still exist somewhere among the piles of things I can’t forget
And troubles I’m attracted to
The webs I created just to hold onto a piece of your hemline
But we aren’t blossoming
Never could quite find the sun
The nighttime’s always been better for pretending
I Am No One
Distance only makes me forgettable
The cliche is harshly true
I’m sweeping away your remnants pushing you in a direction called Pointless
Three words have stained my walls
And they look something like
‘I’ll Miss You'