Roses

The way he looked at me with eyes filled with adoration. The way he would hold me in his arm as if I might float away. The sound of his laughter accompanied by his blinding smile. The roses he would send me whenever we were apart for too long filled my senses with a lovely scent that always reminded me of him. As I allow my trust to fully embrace his love.

The way he looked at with his familiar vacant eyes. As if he never saw me but through me. The repulse I felt with his rough grip as he dares me to leave. His mocking laughter and arrogant smirk as I realized he never took me seriously. The wilting roses discarded and dead in my trash bin as there stink reminds me of him. As I allow my trust to fully embrace my hate for him.

- @DoveRaptor