Chrysanthemum

March 3rd, 2026

The flowers still aren’t dead
And it’s f*cking with my head
The timing doesn’t make sense
“I love you” left me in suspense
There’s tightness in my chest
But I would expect nothing less
It shows that I still care
Even if you won’t be there
The lips that pulled away
The memories all replay
It had only been 11 days
Since you gifted me the bouquet

Photo taken March 3rd, 2026

Note: Here comes more writing about short lived relationships. This seems fitting to post today, since today would have been our one year anniversary.

Released

December 22nd, 2025

I whispered to myself
In the crisp March air
“I’m free” through a smile
Pretending not to care
Meeting new people
Buried in distractions
Filling my life to the brim
Only delayed my reaction
Exposure therapy to start
Facing uncomfortable situations
Working on my impulses
And leaving room for interpretation
Between ChatGPT and my therapist
Then my love of writing
Working through the layers
With thoughts and actions uniting
I never finished what I started
Not wanting to face my feelings
But avoidance isn’t a solution
If I want to start healing