dead flowers

You left your jacket on my chair

Still smells like cheap perfume and fights

Scrolling through our greatest hits

All those screenshots, petty nights

You said “I'm done, don't text again”

Cool, I wasn't tryna stay

Turned our drama to a playlist

Let it autoplay decay

I wore the blame like thrift-store clothes

Too big, too small, it never fit

You loved me like a loaded dare

Dared me, then you dipped

You're posting poems for attention

Burning bridges, spelling names

I could answer, I could mention

But I'm tired of that game

I don't hate you, I don't miss you

I just learned to keep my space

You were always chasing chaos

I was always taking blame

Let the past stay cracked and crooked

Let the messages stay sealed

If you're looking for a reaction

Guess apathy's the kill