“i reached for the last bouquet of flowers you gave me now wilting in their vase one by one i popped their heads off and ate them” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
While you gave her flowers, you gave me thorns. While all she did was smile, all I did was mourn. While she was so happy, I felt so blue. Because while you loved her, I was loving you. — Ana Chable Copy Share Image
