withering paper flowers

i made you origami roses, but you stepped on them as you walked by.
i wrote you victorian poems, but you would rather listen to indonesian pop music.
i baked you triple chocolate cheesecake, but you took not a bite, as this was against your diet.
i video-conferenced you, but you put your id on silent as you annoyedly declined.

silly moon, why do i think you for fireflies when the sun is already out and shining in all her glory?

- rip fermina of the red roses-