my white rose - Hello Poetry

Jan 2016

saint

I planted you in late December, and watered you till February.
I took a seat and watched as you blossomed.
The packet said: 'White Rose seeds', but you came out more.
You grew without hesitation and became my favorite flower in the garden.
You were beautiful and pure,
I was broken and you were the cure.
The sun gave light and you gave a lure.
My garden was wide and luscious,
Filled with food, flowers and bushes.
Compared to you they looked like weeds.
Poisoning my roots and ruining the view.
i hacked, pulled, and killed.
Any plant I saw,
Any flower I felt,
Any bush that took,
The view, feeling, and space of you.
My garden was empty, except for a glistening white rose planted in the corner.
People couldn't see why I did it.
A white rose alone in a massive garden built for more.
But I needed none of that.
My white rose I planted in late December, and watered till February.
You blossomed in my hands and built your roots in my heart.
The most beautiful flower to be connected to this earth.
I'll protect you, for you're the meaning to my birth.
You're with me in my highs and with me in my lows.
With you I will stay to make sure you're the most beautiful wilting rose.

Jan 2016

saint

Till Death Do Us Part- My Garden Part Two

I woke up again today.
I didn't want to.
You know why, but I'll remind you.
Remember when we snuck out at two?
You were hungry and I just wanted to see you.
You were hard to get but I got you.
I snuck out every night since then.
Climbed through your window and into your bed.
We just laid there and held hands just like you said.
Told me on the phone two months earlier,
"I just want to lay with someone and hold their hand,
Study their palms with touch just like my little brother read".
You were lovely really.
I was always nervous around you but I loved when you called me silly.
It feels like just yesterday I handed you your favorite flower.
We were in the park and we didn't talk but honestly that was my favorite hour.
And soon you became my favorite flower.
We blossomed into something more,
Something love couldn't even devour.
I had the whole world in my hands because I held you.
It was beautiful.
Two years later and I still smiled when I saw you.
We were meant for each other because I know you felt the same when you saw me too.
I'm sorry I keep having to remind you,
But every morning I have to.
Because you're not here anymore,
And i miss you.
I don't know what I did to deserve this but I'm asking for forgiveness.
I'm sorry for every wrong I did,
I repent to every sin.

And I'm scared to fix our bed because I feel like you might still come back in.

And I hate how I might wake up again.

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