If you look closely you can see
Flowers grow out of the darkest parts of me

Do you mean the ones who live on the other side?
Clear across the ocean, two miles in from the tide?

The ones that live with little means or the ones that live like we were meant to?
That work, play, stress, fear, and cry, just like we do?

The men who were created from the earth and the women from Adam's rib?
The ones who fall asleep staring at the same galaxies wondering if we're all there is?

Do you mean the ones in straw houses near dirt roads?
That learn how to survive on the land and wear the clothes that they sew?

Others and me,
I'm sorry, pardon me... I'm just slightly confused
Because when I think of them, I think of me
I can't separate the two.

In spring we met, strangers at that. You looked at me and my heart stopped. I looked at you and your face became  flushed.

Summer, we talked for hours. We learned each other's deepest secrets, our favorite things, and our worst things.

Fall, I fell for your eyes. Not knowing they were lies. Not knowing you would hurt me and break my heart into peaces. Oh, how I wished you would have a warning sign on your back. "Warning, Run and never come back!"

In Winter, I cried for weeks. Replaying the texts you sent me. I went outside in the pouring snow with out a jacket, but how would you know? It was a metaphor of how you made me feel numb and cold. How would that make you feel?