i’ll always remember your smile
and i’ll never forget the bad pickup lines
but the words that came from your mouth might have already slipped your mind
i’ll remember the color crimson blossoming on my cheeks
and i won’t forget that you were the cause
but sweet words turn bitter after they have gone bad
i’ll remember the warmth that bloomed like a garden in my chest
and i can’t forget the light in your eyes
but maybe it was just reflecting the fire in mine
i’ll remember the way you took root in my soul
and there’s no forgetting the way your fingers entangled with mine
but i didn’t notice the blood from the thorns until you let go
so forget you I will not
but the reality is
you were an invasive species and
I have been holding my breath since I’ve met you
but now I can fill up my lungs with freedom and hope
that I do not mistake a patch of weeds as a wedding bouquet
e.n.