he brought her a sign

he brought her fucking flowers

roses

two bunches of them

and they were beautiful

a whole paparazzi behind him

and she said yes

and i don’t know either of them

but god

i want that

i want those flowers

and a sign

the works

the cliches

i want love

please all i want is reciprocated love

because sure

i like him a lot

but i only see him rarely

and he doesn’t like me back

i want love and flowers

the pretty words

and sappy notes and love songs

i want holding hands and smiles

years of anniversaries

getting to invite them to the parties

a christmas present

my parents could like them too

i don’t even care if they let me go

(i say that now but i know i would care thoroughly)

but at least id know it was real if i cried

he bought her flowers

flowersflowersflowers

say it til it isn’t a word anymore

because god

i want flowers