I reached
A dead end
With you.
Everything
With you
Was a
Roundabout.
So continuous
And repetitive.
I needed
Something new.
So I did
Just that.
I took a left
And I was right.
I knew
I reached
An end
With you.

Do not crave me for the petals bloomed around into a beautiful bright red spread.
Do not crave me for the leaves decorated around my body in a dance with the light breeze.
Crave me for the thorns around every part of me for that is where my truth lies, where all of me is real and vulnerable.

I carry my heart in a tight grip
With a melody, a symphony
That trembles out my lament
Of longing to be who I used to be
In hopes I change my path
To the one I am meant to be.

I’ve
got a
pleasant
knife
sticking
out my
back.