12.8.12 (bloom)

Flowers
Blooming
From my
Chest
Ripped from
The ground
You saw the
Best.
I offered,
You declined
And now I know
You'll never be mine.
So I'll leave a flower
Rested on your step
To remind of a nights
Shared by two friends
And as you leave
Through mountain peaks
I'll be in bed
Finally forgetting.

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