Love, Daisy

A young woman reflects on a recent relationship.

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Love, Daisy

He spoke to me,
a girl of seventeen,
so casually,
as if he knew that
we were meant to be.

But,
between you and me,
nothing
was what it seemed.

We wilted like roses in glass,
without oxygen,
twin blazes gone dead.
And between you and me,

I broke
like a vase yearning for golden joints,
cracking,
lacking a heart to change.

He was cheap glue.
And I?
I was a pretty

little

fool.