Roisin Poem by Jack Turner

I bought you Roses
fresh ones, pretty, two dozen wrapped in silk
Carried them from the shop like a newborn
cradled gently in my arms

I bought you Roses
red ones, soft and tender like your lips
I dreamt of you and all your kisses
the flowers shaking with excitement in my hands

I bought you Roses
brought them to your door and waited
Held them ready, out before me like a gent
and Waited

I bought you Roses
and waited anxious on your steps
Fingering the diamond in my pocket

He brought you Roses too
white ones, from a garage, wrapped in plastic
He brought you kisses too and promises
that do not sparkle

I bought you Roses
hurled them to the wind
Headless, Broken
Bloody
Shattered, Torn

She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me

She loves me not