Stubborn.

Sticking around.

Keeping me guessing.

Waiting for your misty presence.

It gazes at me.

Sits on the grave

Of who she once was.

A surreal experience.

Something like no other.

How could she be here?

Have I gone crazy?

My mind has melted.

I'm twisted.

A whirlwind of emotion.

All the wrong ones.

All the ones people fear.

Sadness,

Anger,

Guilt,

No sense of happiness.

I don't want to die,

But if a car was coming,

I wouldn't budge.

Stubborn.

I don't want to die,

But if you put a gun to my head,

I wouldn't cry.

Stubborn.

She knows this

As she counts the petals,

Those blushing pink petals.

They ring out memories -

Melancholy thoughts

Of hopelessness.

Hopeless I remain.

Hopeless I will stay.

Stubborn.