• Poetry

    Wilted Love

    The flowers you got for me are dying. I can see them wilting at their tips, just like when your love began to fade away. I can clearly remember that day. I remember when we went from being loud about our love to the silence. How my heart grew heavy with doubt and pain. Your love left quite an ugly stain. Everyone was right about you, and that’s what hurts me the most. Everything must come to an end, I suppose. I was so sure it would end with us together, that one weekend in August. I finally learned to let go and trust. It was a gamble; loving with…