The Rose And Heart Destroyer

The Rose And Heart Destroyer

You ripped the petals one by one

from the Valentine roses,

watching them fall like whispered lies,

soft and weightless, meaningless.

Then you started on my heart—

already bruised, already tattered—

pulling at the seams of old wounds,

turning echoes into open scars.

Love was never meant to be

a slow unraveling, a careful undoing,

but here I am, petals at my feet,

a heart left hollow in your hands.

You walked away without a glance,

leaving only thorns and silence,

but even now, through blood and ash,

I still ache to bloom again,

to gather what remains of me,

and grow beyond your hands.

To be me again, and smell the roses

With a heart filled to its brim with love