the first time we met
you were daisies.

fragile
thin
soft
sweet

laughing in rain

running in wildflowers

resting there too

...then you were gone.

the next time
you were roses.

robust
sturdy
reserved
beautiful

running from the world

playing broken pianos

living in empty castles

...then you were gone.

the third time
you were violets.

delicate
cheerful
royal

drinking bitter petal tea

watching stars

dressing in diamonds

...then you were gone.

a fourth
a fifth
a sixth

i find you again
again
again

it's all different
every time.

but you never remember.

not me.

not until your last moments.

...and so it repeats.

eternally

could you reflect
upon the past
with shadowed walls
and broken glass?

could you see me
inside those shards
from pieces of bone
and shattered hearts?

could you feel
the aching pains
the moans and wails
inside your brain?

could you know
how i had felt
as walls tore down
and lies would melt?

could you see
the hurt you caused
with your blank face
and all your flaws?

could you tell
you crossed every line?

could you?

He told me
He would never hurt
He would never lie
He would never leave

He told me
He would always trust
He would always give
He would always help

That's what he told me.

But he made me cry
He made me hurt
I had to lie
I had to leave

I gave too much trust
I gave too much of anything
I helped too much

He used me.

I was his mirror
His reflection
His vision of himself
That
Was his view of me

That was probably his view of anyone.

But it was him.

a lifetime
short and simple
living in the wood
bathing in moon
splashing in rivers
watching stars
it's peaceful.