There was a girl I once knew. A girl with cheeks like roses. Lips as soft as petals. Eyes, as green as the forest. Sometimes red from all the tears.

She would walk the streets silently, lost in her world. She would loose herself in her thoughts every time it was not necessary to be here. To forget the pain.

In this cold, cruel world she would wander. With a mind as beautiful as a flower in the morning after a heavy rain. With a soul as old and wise, far beyond her age. And a heart, caring and loving. Heavy as a raindrop on a leaf.

After everything she had to endure. After everything that let her fall to the cold, hard ground, she would get up again. She would dust herself off and continue walking her way.

Giving chances, giving love wherever she could. But with each time, with each fall, she would surrender into her world, letting fewer eyes in. Showing less of her true self.

Until one day, she would look at the reflection in the mirror, not knowing who stares back.

Why do you not want,
The rose that’s in front of you
Why do you have to
Go into someone else’s garden

To pick a different one
Because the one you have
Is not enough,
Because my Patel’s don’t excite you,
Anymore

You are creating my thorns
Sharp, long and ready
To defend my Patel’s
Because I’m not enough, never

In your garden, I’ll wait
Until you pick me
Until you destroy me

Again