flowers mean nothing, i desire apologies & actions

petals pressed in enveloped sleeves, know, please

hearts need more than undug, rooted holes. don't

plant promises you can't uphold, try to send

hope in forms of light on fragmented souls; me--

i like how they sparkle like stained glass. flowers

grow then die at your fingers, just as men. please,

borrow and barter memories--don't

pluck delicacies, it wilts them to tragedy. send

bottled words tightened by actions; know me

as the lover who craves time. not, flowers.