The flowers in my attic

Flowers show daily

A knock a card a bouquet every day

Even though your word flowed they didn't feel right

We don't match but you are relentless

Petals of fake promises and requests

Stems of begging questions

You wouldn't give up I don't understand

They still come to my house on my doorstep

These dead flowers have no meaning to me

But I keep them

The card with 'please' written everywhere

I don't understand

Why do you keep sending them if I always decline

Maybe you don't actually care

Maybe they are just for shits and giggles

Maybe they mean nothing to you

But your flowing words sound real

You must be paying for all of this right?

Maybe i'm crazy

Maybe you do care

You talk about me but never yourself

what about you

I have to know you right?

Maybe you send this stuff because you care about me so passionately

Maybe this is the truth

Or maybe it's all a lie

These dead flowers in your memory growing moldy sitting in my attic rotting away for what reason I don't need these stupid flowers anymore

Please don’t send me flowers

flowers on my doorstep arrived today

they are different from the others

These ones are red and the others are white

Wait, why should I care

these flowers are pointless

why keep them if they are just going to die out.

Goodbye Sender, and please don't send those flowers again...