you told me once that i was like a flower
so you plucked me out of ground

at the time i felt special that you'd chosen me.
out of everyone you chose me.

even as you plucked away at me, as if i were some game
even as you tore away at my stem , sending me every which way
even as you tied me in knots draining me out
as you picked, crushed, burned
even as you left me there, nothing left but broken petals and rivers of pollen,

i still loved you

i realize now that i could have been better off growing without you

note to self:

it is okay to fail

it is okay to break down when you need to

it is okay to love yourself

it is okay to speak out

it is okay to create a life where you feel comfortable and happy

He was unhappy so he took a pill
When the docs saw his brain
they thought
He must be mentally ill
but he just smiled
at their misdiagnoses
and finally said
Could you return my hat
and please step out of my head