as the flower bloomed
brighter days were promised
in love letters and hopeful kisses
everything…
everything fell in to place
because finally
we made and experienced
something so beautiful
so pure
so lovely
as it grew — matured
we thought of futures
our jaded happy minds
longed to embrace
but as the flower wilted
we turn back to the time it bloomed
forgetting to take out the ****
neglecting its need of water
asking what ifs
losing trust
we failed to realise
that its destroy
did not start when it bloomed
it started when we first planted it
and then we realised
it was planted on toxic soil
we began to realise,
it was never beautiful in the first place
i know, blasphemy to poetry for no punctuations. just stop. im just really really hurt right now