One day I stumbled upon an unhealthy plan. It had a chance of surviving, but it was slim. It was dying but I could see so much beauty. It spoke to my sad soul. I related to the plant. It caused me to think. Then coming back to reality, I scoffed and stomped on the flower, ripping it apart. How stupid of me to think such things. My life isn't poetic. I was never beautiful. Although, now I could relate to the flower. All crushed and torn apart. Shredded and crumpled. Just like my heart.

Imagining a wondrous garden filled with fictive flowers and unbelievable blossoms. Turn waking to reality. But now you cannot think of anything else at this moment. You are trapped in wonderment, then sadness. Can such a place exist outside of daydreams? Will you ever see this place again? Even in a dream state? You long to relive such bliss but it is forever out of your reach.

All around the world lie museums holding beholding artwork upon viewers' eyes.
All filled with valuable things. Famous artwork. Exquisite canvases. Attracting thousands to view such rare objects.
But none such rare objects can compare to her. No finely done statue or column can compare to her meticulous beauty. With a single smile she can best the joyful glow of every piece. Even when sick no illustration can capture her dazzling appearance. She's artfully angelic. A rose among weeds. A sculpture in a museum. A godly painting adorning a bare wall. And, yet, she is so much more.

You insist I’m not okay
Just so you’ll embrace me
But I am just fine
Don’t take my words lightly

I don’t want to listen
I simply don’t agree
It makes me want to scream
So don’t ******* touch me

you want to hold my hand
the imprint sticks
I said i didn’t want it
The touch just makes me sick

You’re a friend
But i don’t know you at all
You demand i return feelings
I guess it’s not my call

You say ‘I love you”
And plead i say it back
You think this is love
But this is just a wreck

You say this is good
I think it’s a mistake
You think I am a dream
but all my words are fake

You asked me at midnight
I said that I had missed
You said you wouldn’t miss this chance
but I don’t think i want this

I tried to get over you
Now I want to be over this
I tried to meet new people
But the people make me sick
I don’t want to love another
I’d prefer not to love at all
They say there is no trouble
Right before the fall