Why
Do we take
The best parts of us
And give them to others
Only so they can destroy us

Why
Do we put
Our happiness
In someone else's hands
Only so they can crush it to pieces

Why
Do we give
Everything we have
To people who don't even
Give a **** about our existence

Why
Do we allow
Our feelings to be played with
And complain
When we get hurt

Why
After all this
Do we still choose to love?

Dear flower
They were wrong about you
You didn't bloom
You didn't need to
you're still beautiful
but they've ruined your image
With opportunities you were never  given
"Maybe next spring"
You hear those words over and over
There would be no other option
They've planted seeds in your mind
Of everything you've done wrong
But what about everything you've done right?
In your short life
You never reached their standards
But you've reached mine

My love, you really broke me this time.
All I know are the hands that hit me
And the mouth that called me names
I hope you're struck by her stunningness
Or at least by the way she holds your hand
I hope she fills the empty spaces in which I could not fill
But just know that I haven't taken you off my mind since the day you left me.

They say,
"Love is in the arms of the beholder."
So I built a home
Within the marrow of your bones
With your soul
As the fireplace.