hope you dont think im too safe

"you ruined my heart,"
he said,
with non-diminishing strength

like it was something he practiced
in the mirror
but it hurt

like the words that he gathered
the four words
had burned

strung together so eloquently
making me feel weak
making me resent my need

flashbacks
making my head hurt
like my heart had

i gave him his rose back
what did he say?
i dont need that.

and now its black
sitting on my bedside table
untouched

like my hand
for so many months
do i miss it?

i dont think so
god, i dont hope so
you ruined my heart, too

and i know youre eyes like baby blue
could never understand
what i had to do