The Blooming Blue Iris

The stanzas are two people talking back and fourth, the protagonist and someone (not telling because spoilers hehe), I tried my best...

Also, there is a lot of flower language in the poem. If you enjoyed the poem, comment and give likes! This helps making your day and giving motivation for me to write and tell a future stories to this world.

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What I hate the most is myself.

Really, I am and look terrible.

So don't look forward me,

You have other people looking.

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Oh why, I believe you as a Muse,

All I see are the purple lilacs.

Although my hands may be big,

I made a pretty garland for you.

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Why does someone like you,

Still love a human in the masses?

Why do you give up the stars,

Just to come and embrace me?

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Why does the brightest star,

Still loathe, drowning in hatred?

Why does the beautiful star,

Feel like broken vessels leaking?

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Why, you are what all everyone

Loves, giving red roses.

A pinnacle of grace and beauty,

The body of an Archangel.

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Why do you shatter your mirrors,

Love, do you still fear yourself?

My Star, I will shed my own blood,

And rip my flesh if it makes you grin.

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No, do not hurt yourself!

I believe I should rather be hurt,

Rather than your embraces,

Let me be trapped in this misery.

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You are not an idiotic fool,

You simply are blindfold.

What is more important

Is not me, but your safety.

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A coffin of purple hyacinths,

That's where I reside.

Praying, I cry for your health

Crying fungi tears.

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I also reside in a coffin, love.

We cover ourselves with

Yellow mimosas, like two stars,

Shining brightly into one.

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You have the heart of a gentleman

But mine is a heart of a lovesick fool

This self-hate will never end again,

With my body one day unable to take it.

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Love, let us be two flowers,

Blooming brightly, I will share

My needed nutrients to you.

My answer is this response.

i love you

and i will sacrifice all just for you

so please don't hate yourself

you are more important

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we're loving each in the end

aren't we?

let us not be parallel lines

but intersecting lines

my dear, precious muse who i adore