By: Feign~

  Your last act of contrition
  was you at my door with your sad eyes
  and blood red apology roses
  joyless I let you in
  surrounding me with sorry words
  you were long past my amazement
  the last act after bitter tears
  another offhand rejection
  was the final realization
  that you’d torn me
  into pieces beyond repair
  my faith became an open wound
  the last act of absolution
  after putting them into a crystal vase
  was watching each petal dry, curl, and then fall
  every day a funeral
  you gave me apology roses, love
  I gave them no water