Origami Rose

I wished to give you a rose

A rose that doesn't wilt

A rose that doesn't dry

I went to the florist

She did not have such a flower

I went to a garden

It did not have such a flower

So I took a sheet of paper

and made an origami rose

but it lacked color and scent

so I colored it red

and dipped it in a rose perfume

when I took it out

It smelt like a real rose

but its color had faded

So I kept it in a compartment

Where it can be constantly colored

with the color red of my blood

but now I cannot give it to you

as It smells of my blood

So I bathe myself profusely

in the same rose perfume

And give you myself.

I thought I will not think of you

It happens every year. I make many resolutions. I want to do some things and not do many things to make my life better. Every year ends up being the same after a few days. It feels like everything is out of control and I get wafted away in the turbulent flow of time. 'This year's a different thing, I’ll not think of you' , I affirm to myself every day, every morning as soon as I wake up to an army of alarms. I try not to think of you and your words. But I fail always, you have become a personification of all the negative things my mind says to me. I loved your articulateness and now it has become the ghost that haunts me. Sometimes, I manage to keep you away from thoughts only to be spooked by you in my dreams. 

 Written for the prosery prompt  at dVerse Poets to use the phrase "This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you" within a prose/ flash fiction of 144 words or less