11th of June, 2015

Recently I started to count
and I have found a great amount

Shops with florals behind the glass
That I find terrifying to pass

Before the roses didn’t mean
the slightest or slender thing

Until you showed up at my house
Which caused a half-untied blouse

You brought the biggest rose-bouquet
And swore that this time you would stay

And with every blossoming window
this nauseous feeling would grow

I did not find flowers in my head
but the bittersweet memories of you instead

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9th of June, 2015

When he lifts his upper lip
His teeth as sharp as lies show
and glisten even in the dimmed light

His bites are remarkable
by the depth of the wound
and the lasting scars

Crazy how many girls
are still following the trail

A pack of wolves and a prey so spotless