Jar

A Poem by Anonymous

Sitting in my room

I can't help but think about her

and the beautiful laugh that I have reduced to

the straight girl I had a crush on

the hints

the flirting

and nothing twisted into reciprocation 

it still makes me want to tear my heart out 

and leave it by the jar full 

of flowers, she picked for me

right before she made it impersonal 

but I still spent hours, 

making them just right

I want to lie in the sun

in the circle of the cemetery 

lying about our ages 

for one more second 

so I could tell you

that you were my everything

and twist nothing into refusal