(Written on 2024-02-03)

Petals crimson red with passion,
Love had sparked, so sweet, so strong.
Without shame, an innocent bloom,
I was lost in the promise, the dream.

Curtains fell, the truth displayed.
Dening what was being seen,
Not recognizing the one in front of me.
I thought you were my dahlia lover...

Darkness did slowly suffuse;
A shadow falling on every petal.
With trust broken, a parting kiss,
The black dahlia's reign begins.

Still too young and foolish,
I hold onto my illusion of us.
Loving you with a heart so true,
Even as the black dahlia grew.