gerberas

At the end, I'll hand you a bouquet of gerberas, my emotions clear to everyone but you... You smile at the flowers as if they hold the sun, and I wonder if you notice how my eyes hold the same shimmer for you... You took them while, turning oh so red, like you always do for me, though I have never seen you wear that shade with him.... You question my bruises, I tell you I had to fight for them. But will you ever know I lost myself long before I gave these to you? You laugh and thank me your laughter glows like the petals in your palms, ignorant of the meaning they carry, But do forgive me as i shall keep this one last secret from you...