While walking down the lane, I saw a familiar plant in the garden—
the one I used to strip bare, offering you its flowers every day,
never stopping to see what I was taking away.
The thorns pierce deeper than my skin;
they bleed into the place where sorrow has been
A reminder, the plant whispers in every part,
of separations’ ache, a weight on my heart
The crimson flows, reciting its rhyme,
a whispered truth, as old as time;
what I sow is what I reap,
a vow I broke, a wound I keep.
In chasing love’s eternal bloom,
I left the plant, dressed in gloom.
Once vibrant, it weeps, it grieves
a memory lost in shedding leaves.
For now, I water the plant—
Some days with cool water,
other days with salt of my tears
pretending my survival
by returning them what was theirs.
With heavy eyes in the night
I unfold the pages of my diary
searching for the last memory of you—
its petals crumpled, its beauty gone,
just like my heart, and the way you left me too.
ABOUT ME:
Fascinated by depth, soul, and intellect. My life is a classic screenplay, with perfectly timed cliffhangers and a few conflicting opinions. Trying to channelize my thoughts into something beautifully captivating.
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