The Rose

If you think I’m beautiful,

may I ask you why

you say you’re not interested in me

and tell me I should date another guy.

…

You cut off our relationship over this,

said we had nothing to gain.

You’re not ready to get married,

you said, so why have your feelings just changed?

…

Let me tell you, I took you seriously.

I started seeing other guys.

I set up dating profiles.

I averted my eyes.

…

But, these blue orbs you think are gorgeous

were kind of surprised, when

you said my smile was friendly,

like you were coming back for another try.

…

Do you want me or not?

Let me just post that question to you.

It’s not me who is the problem.

I said I could fall in love with you.

…

You’re the one who walked away

and threw everything out.

Now, each picture I can’t look at

just reminds me of your doubt.

…

Make up your mind.

If you want me, I’m here.

I will take you back,

but only if you’re sincere.

…

I mean, how much am I worth to you?

Was I so easy to discard?

For someone you couldn’t live without,

it sure seemed like it wasn’t even hard.

…

I can’t keep living in confusion,

so I will simply walk away. But,

if you think I’m beautiful,

come and truly pursue me today.

…

And, like that dying man in the desert,

maybe you will find

you were actually thirsty for me

the whole, entire time.

This poem is copyright 2017 by Jessica McLean. File sharing is encouraged.

–Dedicated to Jason