Red Flag Bouquet Poem by Lacie Hebert

You handed me red flags in bloom, 
I called them roses in the room.
I saw what I wanted, not what was real, 
And called your damage something I'd heal.

Each warning sign I chose to hide, 
I pressed it gently to my side.
Like love was meant to blur the line Between what's broken and what's fine.

I wore your chaos like perfume, 
Didn't notice the coming doom.
Every excuse I chose to make
Was just another heart to break.

Now I see them plain as day, 
The flags I once looked away.
And I don't blame the ones I missed— I blame the hope I couldn't resist.