You walk into a store
Red packages in the shape of hearts invade every possible space.
You watch as nervous boyfriends and husbands approach
the flower display.
Hoping for a perfect bouquet of roses, their petals velvety- soft, the color of A bleeding heart.
You turn away.
But later, as you’re about to leave the store,
You turn back towards the flower display,
You ignore the looks of the boyfriends and husbands.
You feel their pity upon your back as you grab a bouquet of the most Perfect red roses.
It’s as if
They know there is nobody to… So
You walk away.
You and your flowers
For nobody.
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