A guilty flower to match your sordid conscience. “It’s okay “, I say, “Go and be with him, I’m used to being the ugly third wheel”.
I walk back alone like a zombie in a trance. Holding this flower you gave me with utter care.
Be careful don’t crush it. She gave it to you; she gave it to you to make her feel better of the rejection she offered.
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