the dark

a dark flower blooms
like black ink upon the petal of a rose
deep within my chest
where my heart

should lie to you but i can’t;
your love for me so sweet,
such like i wish upon myself
before i lie in

my grave will surely be marked
by all who misunderstood
my happiness, my confidence,
that was all bravado

and darkness

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