red roses may be pretty

but their color is from the

blood spilled on their perfect petals

during that fight we had

over that summer

do you remember the fields

we would lay in

day after day

night before nights became too dark for us too see

red roses tied in a

motherfucking bouqet

that used to be white

but their color turned

when my heart shattered

and the blood burst in your hands

fields of red roses

will never look the same

the wars that have happened on

those flowers

will stay there for eternity