I-I-I, I loved my home,
as her ivory spread across the grounds,
because she asked me to try.
Somewhere along the way,
We let the lines blur—
roses in bloom,
leaving us bleeding.
Betrayed
by the very thorns we once desired.

But I would like to Believe
that even in this haze,
there’s still time to see
who you’ll grown into.
Maybe, just...