wilted leaves and petals

whenever i look at flowers,
im reminded of the lies.
“lilies are just as lovely,
but they could never
compare to your eyes?” wilted leaves
and petals that no longer
bleed, the juxtaposition
between the two, were
obtuse yet you promised
me flowers today and
yesterday, last week, every
Valentine’s Day. i grew
to hate the soil i
was uprooted from.
ive choked on dirt,
ive been coated in mud,
tragedy sprinkled
seeds all over my chest.
i wonder if you remembered
that my third favorite color
is red?