Two seeds planted closely together.
Love was our fertilizer and
We grew.
Grew a foundation.
Grew to new heights.
Grew to appreciate.
Grew to love.
Grew together.
You blossomed into
the most beautiful flower.
No man could resist
the sight of you.
But our fertilizer was low on nutrients
and just before we could get more,
You grew.
Grew in other places.
Grew away from me.
Grew by yourself.
°°°
As you leave,
I stay.
As you flourish,
I wither.
Still,
I will endure
as the seasons change
and await the day
where we will
once again grow
beside each other.
-J
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Your Words.
Actions.
Body Language.
These are the razors that slice through the mind.
Emotional scars left in every spectrum of thought.
The cuts grew deeper - Overthinking all the time.
Razors turned to guns
and you took your shot.
You left.
°°°
Mental wounds created from what you did
how you spoke or how you acted,
those can be patched.
But what kills the most?
The bullet that is your silence
...
-J
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC