roses & ambrosia

I should've known from

The once-bloom atop your desk

Nothing is ever as it seems

Just like how a rose in a vase

Is only a sign of loving for keeps

When a lover in your bed

Inquires of its meaning

You’ll shrug it off as a gift

But will you mention your departure

Or how her angel kisses started bleeding?

Because I was in your bed

With a handful of petals

That I plucked from an urban oasis

That grew the first day I met you

Slipping in and out of a cruel mirage

So ambrosia-sweet

Nothing will compare to

The very first time I loved you

So when you return back West

After the better of a lonesome year

And your sheets smell of withered roses

My heart will break for you

Because there is no hurting to do for me

I am forever free.

- M. Rose & Ainsley Rose