A/N: Well I am not very proud of this, but I need to stop playing with it. It is for the Free Verse Competition. Please take into mind that this is my first poem so please don't be to harsh.
My prompts were Pavarti and Zacharias and Rose.
Rose = Love?
I hate Roses
B R O K E N
W I L T E D
D E S T R O Y E D
That's what a rose is.
It has nothing to do with
Devotion or passion
Just pain.
Which makes it the best symbol of L O V E
That delicate start
The beautiful lifespan
The fading colour
And finally the wilted forgtten petals.
Yea, that is the great Symbol of love.
So why did he give me one?
Did he know this whole time?
That our relationship was ending?
That our love was wilting away?
But I kept it.
Even though it hurts me.
It is still there.
B R O K E N
S H A T T E R E D
D E S Y R O Y E D
Just like me.
He broke my heart
Broke my sprit
Broke me.
I don't think he even cares.
Why would he?
I am useless, pathetic.
He would be better off with my twin
She is way better then me.
Now what do I do?
Zacharias left.
I am the broken
still wanting,
still part of something amazing.
Something worth living for.
So what now?
Do I stop living?