I know it was nothing
until you appeared one evening
You were waiting for me while raining
I ran to you like I was longing

You flashed an unforgettable smile
You hugged me tight for a while
Your warmth feels like home
I don’t want to let go

To grasp that moment is all I can do
Because I know when I open eyes
You will disappear out of the blue

Your silence is deafening,
And I’m left in the dark.
You have me questioning,
But now you’ve made your mark.

Heartless words left on the table,
With no real outcome in sight.
The lack of respect makes me unstable,
And I’m ready to start a fight.

Your mouth sewed shut,
And your unwilling to talk.
Those unspoken words leave a deep cut.
Bandage me up cuz now I’m in shock.

I’m feeling alone,
Like I’ve done this before.
Your thoughts are stone,
But I’m looking for more.

Won’t succumb to the fabrication.
I can’t breath and I can’t scream.
I feel like a complete abomination.
It’s all too real and too extreme.

Your silence is deafening,
And my mind is exhausted.

You planted a seed
And I flourished
Growing, growing
Taller and stronger

My leaves expanding
My pedals blooming
My colors brightening
My scent sweetening

Your sunshine glowing
Feeding my hunger
Feeding my soul
My flower is beautiful

The rain came pounding
I survived
The lightening came shattering
I survived

But then you came
Stomping on my crown
Splitting my stem
I became broken

My sun stopped shining
My watering seized
My soil became infertile
My flower became sour

You stopped feeding me
I began to wilt
My colors became dull
I began to die

You left me hungry
You left me ugly
You left me destroyed
You left me to die

I sit and wait
For the sun to start shining
For the water to start pouring
To start over

But You dont come
So I'm left alone
Sad and wilted in the dirt
Stomped on and broken

I still am waiting
Waiting for you to come
And feed my hunger
To feed us

Broken hearts still beat
In the lengthening shadows
Of past once-bright suns

constantly creating worlds, as delicate and beautiful as paper,
strokes of ink scrawled all over that dissolve in the sun
and get set on fire,
i lost the addresses and now I'm a creature of a  poem-tainted new world,
rotting in the sun and constantly setting my mind on fire
recycling the dead universes, I was being strung along
Its hard to believe that these places were my homes when now they just drift through my mind and come in my dreams
if i went back there i would probably break down crying
i don't belong there anymore
it hurts