Sending myself flowers

When the universe rests, and slumbers in my mind.
And all around me is still.
I take this chance to apologise.
For who I have become. For who I wanted to be.
An apology for me.
Within these cracks and slithers of my soul.
That remain unfettered to moral decay.
I brush the hurt away. And send myself flowers.
Hoping to turn over those leaves, and find you.

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5 thoughts on “Sending myself flowers

  1. An apology never sounded more romantic, the last line just ties up why the plea was necessary in the first place. always amazed at your talent with words and description.

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