Flowers

If you had bought me flowers 

Maybe it would have been alright 

Instead you left the door

And I was drowning in my mind

You left

the door still swinging

And I drowned in a bathtub

full of my own overthinking

It wasn’t the silence that hurt the most

You said you’d write, but I just read the void

Turns out even silence can be paranoid

If you had bought me flowers

maybe I would have stayed light and soft

But you gave me hours

just to watch me rot