Yellow Flowers

Written not too long ago during some serious heartbreak.  I really like this one, though I hesitated to post it and still am not sold on doing so now.

Our story is beautiful

And tragic

A love story with a definite

Unhappy ending

Where you are too good

And I am not good at all

Where I am selfish

In my cruelest attempts to be kind

Where I am sorry

And we are both broken

An argument can be made

That having lost is better than never having

That pain is the lesser of two evils

But having lost is still losing

Silent tears taste like violent sobs

I cannot

I am sorry

I cannot for the both of us

And all the good of love may not be enough

You are precious

But I am responsible

This is beautiful

And terrible

Like yellow flowers in a porcelain vase

Bright, hopeful

Vitality seeping out

Drying and drooping

Dying slowly in a place where they do not belong

We do not belong