You Are The Dried Flower

You are the dried flower between 

the pages in my favorite book

kept there safely

and where someone might not look

you’re not a secret I’m keeping

but an oath to myself

that I deserve better

and better can be found

in the most delicate of places.

                                             -You sit next to my favorite word

You are the dried flower between

the pages in my favorite book

but I haven’t opened that book in awhile

and when I do I know you’ll

come crumbling out

so I don’t open it.

I’ll let it collect dust on my shelf

just like I let you wither away inside.

                                              -I’m sorry I forgot to come back to you