#gettingoutsomethoughts

[queen-hidden-in-the-shadows]

Rose petals

The first night we kissed, lying in my small single bed, there were roses on my altar. Those beautiful red roses that I had put out praying to be blessed by the gods with a love so pure and untainted. I took them and picked off the petals one by one carefully so as not to rip or break the love between us that I thought maybe were held delicately, in those fragile flowers. I put them in a jar under my bed to stay unwithering. Maybe I hoped if I was able to keep them our love would last a lifetime. Sweet teenage love kept safe in a jar under my bed. But maybe I slightly ripped one or left the jar not completely sealed cause only a couple of months later we fell apart. A quiet breeze turned into a hurricane and we no longer talk. It's been years since then and I have new flowers on my desk, orchids, ones that last forever that my lover has given to me. But sometimes I still catch a glimpse of the rose petals sat in a new jar on my shelf. My mind wanders back to simpler days watching the sunset and giggling, and wonder that if I had held them more gently or sealed the lid properly how different would it have ended.