the Rose

Did you hear how I became so matter of fact,

upon realizing that 

what it is– 

is just not that.

When one word leaped through the intense seriousness as cool as the sea,

and I

went from the sureness that you did, to the reality–

it was irrespective of me. 

I’ve gone down so smooth you’ve consumed me whole,

devoured me feverishly

but with no space to hold

me.

There is no space,

and we both do know,

that I am just another,

for whom you buy a rose.

 

 

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