Standing Room Only

A World of Short Stories


I watched the flowers bloom  

right before my eyes. 

I was green with envy 

but not as beautiful as their stems. 

I wanted to love them. 

Their beauty enraged me 

just as it betrayed my heart. 

I wanted you to love me 

just as much as you loved them. 

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