Fantisy vs. Reality — Summary

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And perhaps so are you, But the roses have wilted, The violets are dead, The sugar bowls are empty, And your wrists are stained red, The sun isn't shining, The sky isn't clear, There's no silver lining, Because you're no longer here, Rain keeps on pouring, There's no end in sight, You're laying there frozen, So far from the light, Your beauty's unreal, Your smile the sun, But time can't be turned, Nor your actions undone, The words that you wrote that only I read, "I love you so much, please don't cry when I'm dead." A bond that we formed, A love that ran deep, A pain that we shared, A friend I could keep, I wanted to hold you, Wipe the tears from your eyes, Been there from the moment you said goodbye, I want to forget but most times I don't, I want to let go, but I know I won't, Tears on my face, Memories burned in my head, The roses have wilted, The violets are dead.

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Stephy's poem starts with the familiar nursery-style rhyme "Roses are red, violets are blue," then breaks it apart. The sweet, playful lines are quickly undercut: the flowers have wilted, the sugar bowls are empty, and the person being addressed has died, apparently by suicide, judging by the stained wrists and the note quoted in the middle. The title, "Fantisy vs. Reality," points to this clash between the sweetness the speaker remembers and the loss they are left with.

The speaker is a close friend who feels heartbreak, helplessness and guilt. They wish they had held the person and wiped away their tears, and they admit they want to forget but can't, and want to let go but won't. The mood is bleak and mournful, helped by images of endless rain, a missing sun and a body "so far from the light." By ending with the same lines that appeared earlier, the poem circles back on itself, much like grief that keeps returning.

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