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Mya Jun 2018
Even now
I realize my life has fallen victim
To some sick metaphor

At this point I'm called
Not by my given name
But of that of a flower

Rose

And for me,
Many times,
Love has come and love has gone

And I burn for the things I have done
I am douced in the flames of infidelity
But I've seen the flowers burning

It's common,
When love dies,
To see the image of fire- set to the lovely petals  

roses

So then, why,
After love has left me yet again
Should I be surprised that I'm burning still?
I don't know what I'm trying to say but if Rose is going to be my archetype and not just a nick name then perhaps I should be more accepting of my new role in this narrative- nothing more than a wilted flower.
Mya Jun 2018
I'm ready to let Mother
Turn my toes to roots
And mend me back into the soil

My arms reaching for the warmth
And healing from the sun
To help me grow

I'll wait for the rain
To pour down on me
And wash all I do not need away
But what the water misses- can be drown out in flames.
Mya Jun 2018
My mind races at night
Because I know you're running
   -around with her
Mya Jun 2018
Its messy
And perfect

Complicated
And easy

Intricate
And simple

Peaceful
And painful

...Oh god
And it can be excruciating

But we're in love
And I'll brave anything
Just to be at his side
And in his heart
Mya Jun 2018
But not for me
I've long since been without one
Mya Jun 2018
Its just the way that disappointment moves
Through the body
It leaves everything feeling empty
But heavy
And it ***** because
There isn't anyway to undo it
Mya Jun 2018
His honesty
Lights the way
To a home in him
I never knew I had
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