She said <br />to stop <br />bringing her <br />flowers. <br />She said <br />she always <br />hated me. <br />I never asked <br />why. <br />I was a coward. <br />I did <br />what I was told. <br /> <br />Then <br />she found my poems <br />and said <br />to stop <br />writing <br />about her. <br />That I'm not <br />gonna change anything. <br />I wanted to ask <br />why <br />but instead <br />I stopped writing. <br />I was still a coward. <br /> <br />Today I began <br />to write again. <br />It's her birthday. <br />I hope <br />I won't be a coward <br />again. <br /> <br />I wonder <br />if i failed <br />if I gave up <br />too easily. <br /> <br />I wonder <br />if she would have loved me <br />if I was like her <br />if I was dying.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-her-again/