To me you were… a rare flower in the garden of life. You were layers of intricate beauty, secrets, and lies. But that's not something that was apparent at first. The perfume from your flower was sweet… like paint fumes. Blurring and masking the lies below. Your petals were red, I thought for passion or love, I forgot that warning signs scream like red sirens off of police cars that pass late at night when we would FaceTime. I used to just turn up my music and smile foolishly. Your face framed in my phone like a show from Netflix. You were an actress and you played your part so well. But I cant feel like this anymore.

Constantly checking my phone and smiling, turned to holding my breath when I got a notification. When I learned that I wasn't the first victim of this feeling… it was like the knife in my heart just kept twisting and turning until it cut you out. My GOD did it hurt. It still does. When I said "I love you" and you just smiled, silent I should've known that I was bound to feel this pain. Your silence spoke more than you did but it fell upon deaf ears, a smiling face, and a heart that was in love. I gave you sweet words and actions whenever I could, but I forgot you had a sweet tooth. I should've known the sweeter I was to you the bigger bite you would take out of me. Me, full of dumb luck and dumb love.

I'm learning from the love I gave you, I still have to pull the red petals of you out of my hair. Petals no one ever wants to see. I'm turning the music down now. I'm hearing the red scream of the sirens telling me to run. Sometimes the only truth we need is the one directly in front of us. I can't hold your flower covered in thorns in my hand any longer, I have to put you back in that garden. I have to bandage up my hand and change the song. I have to keep walking along in this garden.

I wish you the best, I always will. I just wish I would've seen the red petals that began to fall upon my things in my room like a thin layer of dust. I'm done being sad and heartbroken because of you now. I'm moving on finally. I'm accomplishing things I told you about... I hope at least that makes you proud. Goodbye.