Mimosa

Mimosa- an Australian tree having the meaning of secret love.

Sometimes I remember my dreams. I sit in them and think about them. Replay them in my mind at school, or reenact them when I'm alone. Watch them pass me by as I pretend to listen or write them in a story. I used to have happy dreams, too. I would walk outside in my pretty white summer gown. Walk up to my tree and read under it. Sometimes, I would dream about you, my darling Mimosa. My pretty Mimosa. My smiling Mimosa. I dream that your still here. That you're with me. That I'm not alone. That you're not just something I see in my dreams. You and I.

Together.

But I know that's impossible. You and I. My Mimosa. It's a fake dream. Something that could never happen. We could never be together. If you knew my love for you, you'd hate me. And we could never be friends after that. And once I realized this, my dreams died. I would walk outside in the dark cold night. Knife in one hand and heart in the other. I'd make myself bleed and drape the blood over you, Mimosa. You yellow leaves would turn red and I'd fall to the ground unmoving.

In my new dreams, I kill. Not only myself, but others. Eventually, you're covered in the red liquid. Countless amounts of body's around you. And now you're dying too. You're wilting. Sinking in on yourself. You're leaves changing colors. All I can do I cry underneath you, and hope we can be together again.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar, spelling or anything like that. I hope you enjoyed!