The roses you brought me have opened; I'm still not sure what they mean but oh, how nice is it to be surprised with flowers. So delicate and special before they begin to droop, not unlike us. I count the veins on the leaves, lose count when I peer closer. How many times will we dance circles around our arguments? How many bouquets of sympathy will we hand over to each other, waiting for something to stick and one gift to be the thing that triggers peace? The roses are dethorned-- of course you would make sure nothing else can harm me after you already have.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I know it’s a little heavier than a lot of the poems I’ve been posting lately, but I had a burst of inspiration based on some… complex family relationships I have and the developments in those lately. For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving in the US, I hope you had a lovely holiday given all the circumstances. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 