"The flowers are still hanging," by Vanessa Jasmine Ochoa

Oct 1

1 min read

The flowers are still hanging

I put them upside down to dry out,

to keep forever as a momentum of our

love.

But instead our love dried out.

The flowers are still hanging.

You didn't hear me anymore,

I was yelling in pain and you added to it.

But you don't know,

The flowers are still hanging.

I wished for you to not give up to convince

me to stay.

But instead I was met with a loose grip

and a push.

The flowers are still hanging.

I hadn't even put your clothes in a bag.

There was still time to fix it.

I thought I didn't want to but I was wrong.

The flowers are still hanging.

They will remain there until I have

accepted you hate me.

The flowers are still hanging.

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