Self-Deception

March 9th, 2026

You told me I was holding back
So I worked on dropping my walls
Then you recalled that as the weekend
When you thought about ending this all
Accused me of being closed off
Never honest with yourself
You ran when I opened up
And then let me blame myself
You were dreading time with me
Couldn’t love the open side of me
You told me it was what you wanted
But you actually wanted the fantasy
I thought I got it right this time
I was starting to let you in
Now you’re just another person
Who left me in the end

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.