the roses i never wanted

you brought me roses tonight,
and i smiled and pretended to like them.
i put them in a pretty vase
with lots of water,
and secretly hoped that they'd die
before i got home.
(i never did like roses much)

and i think you love me,
but i honestly don't love you back.
did you really think that flowers
could win my heart?
i didn't want to kiss you tonight,
but i couldn't say no
to such a desperate soul.

call me a bitch,
but i just don't gush over roses
that i never wanted in the first place.
you deserve so much more than this . . .
(but i think i do too.)