White Roses
︎︎︎ Jordan Scott
︎ APR 27, 2022
You bought me my favorite flowers whenever we fought.
White roses to say sorry.
I’m sorry I punched the wall.
I’m sorry I cracked the glass on your grandma’s picture.
I’m sorry I kept you up ‘til dawn because I was drunk.
I’m sorry I broke that lamp.
I’m sorry I fucked her.
I’m sorry it was ten beers, not two.
I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night.
So many sorrys, I could drown in their rotting petals.
You said sorry so many times with white roses that I can no longer love them. They smell like broken promises, they smell like stale beer, they smell like lovely words with no action.
Now I buy sunflowers for myself. And when they light up my room and their scent drifts through the warm light of my living room they smell like possibility, like self-worth, like new beginnings.
White roses to say sorry.
I’m sorry I punched the wall.
I’m sorry I cracked the glass on your grandma’s picture.
I’m sorry I kept you up ‘til dawn because I was drunk.
I’m sorry I broke that lamp.
I’m sorry I fucked her.
I’m sorry it was ten beers, not two.
I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night.
So many sorrys, I could drown in their rotting petals.
You said sorry so many times with white roses that I can no longer love them. They smell like broken promises, they smell like stale beer, they smell like lovely words with no action.
Now I buy sunflowers for myself. And when they light up my room and their scent drifts through the warm light of my living room they smell like possibility, like self-worth, like new beginnings.