the roses i never wanted

you brought me roses tonight, and i smiled and pretended to like them. i put them in a pretty vase with lots of water, and secretly hoped that they'd die before i got home. (i never did like roses much) and i think you love me, but i honestly don't love you back. did you really think that flowers could win my heart? i didn't want to kiss you tonight, but i couldn't say no to such a desperate soul. call me a bitch, but i just don't gush over roses that i never wanted in the first place. you deserve so much more than this . . . (but i think i do too.)

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