flowers (or how to love)

by Idinma | Oct 1, 2019

sitting and typing away at my desk

wondering why don't you buy me flowers

I've never asked you to

never told you I like flowers

or even spoke of them at all

but still I lay here in bed

thinking about how you don't buy me flowers 

conveniently forgetting all the countless other ways

that you show me I'm loved

the silly faces and dad jokes

sometimes the same ones

ever on the tip of your tongue

just to make me smile

throw my head back and laugh

chuckle//cackle

all. of. the. above.

just because I want some damn flowers

never talk about how I want to be loved

never ask myself how I want to be loved

never love myself how I want to be loved

never ask the same of you

just sit on that couch

thinking 'bout how I want some flowers

even when I know there are worse things

but to get myself in a worse mood

there's a chance I'll just think 'bout how

no one's ever sent me flowers