I come up with a lie
every time I say why I cannot stand
Blueberry scones
Roses
And the mention of the word “infinity”
That was the old me
The me that was once new
now scarred by the very mention of these things
As I leave these things to the likings of others
despise them silently and curse beneath my breath
I also cannot help but stare
and remind myself that I once loved these things too
And you
