
I hope you remember the day I bought you flowers
The weight that red vase held
The smell of me finding your favourite flowers by accident
And buying a vase of them for you
A red vase
A red vase I turned up to your door with
On the first day I had the guts to say those 3 words
The first time I’d said them in nearly a year to someone in that way
But those flowers are long dead now
And that vase sits empty on your shelf
The red vase
The red vase I said I would never let hold death
But I guess emptiness is death
I hope you lie awake and think about that vessel
I hope you remember how I would prune the flowers in the vase so there was never anything dying in it
I hope you lie there at night and look at it
Watch the red vase collect dust
Watch the room glow when the sunlight passes through it
I hope you watch the whole room turn red with its soft haze
But for now it will always stand empty
Because red is double edged
The red vase
The red vase I bought with love
Now stands the red vase you look at in pain
Although I do not wish pain upon you for it
I hope the red vase stands
And mutters pain into your heart
I hope it lives on your shelf whispering hatred into your soul
But it will not be my hatred
I am above that.
The red vase
Will carry your own pain
And the flowers will never bloom like they used to
Because the red vase carried my love
And you can no longer have that
About the Creator
Bevan Tse-stuart
coping with depression. Mostly just me venting but any love is appreciated

Comments (1)
A sad but strong poem, thankyou for sharing xx