she falls apart

Half-bloomed roses
One blue, one white
You knew I liked them
And you got one each

Dead roses
Withered and dried
That’s what they’ve become
As the years pass

Forsaken roses
Too ugly, too painful
Each look brings hurt
That was inflicted by you

my Sweet
my Love
sometimes, just at times,
do you feel like
I expect a lot
from You?

and I always get unhappy
with You
over the smallest things?

I even wonder
when the day would come
where You would blow up
at me and ask:
what do You expect from me?!

and I can imagine
That Day
so clear, so vivid
as I turn away
and say:
I don’t know…