My lock screen is still a picture of us and your arms are still the ones I crave when I drink too much or not enough. I don’t know where we went wrong, but then again we were flawed from the start. I prayed day in and day out for us never to be apart and I entrusted you with my already fragmented heart. You taped the pieces together, a temporary solution to a permanent eye sore, evidently only so you could shatter it more and more and more.

Flowers were always my favorite metaphor for love

Sometimes they are planted; sometimes they sprout out of nowhere.
Watered and they flourish.
Ignored and they wither.
But I can’t deny that as it grows I embrace its beauty.
Admiring the petals.
Void of flaws.

See that’s the thing.
Every flower is beautiful.
They don’t compete with the surrounding flowers.
They just bloom.
But eventually you get accustomed to the beauty.
It seems common and mundane to you.
But to an average passerby it’s stunning.
We think nothing special of it.

When we see a beautiful flower we pick it.
And it dies.
And it ceases to be what we admired.
So if you see a flower let it be.
Appreciation over possession.

But how foolish of me to think I was the sole flower in your life.
You had a garden.
From roses to tulips.

But.
We need to let go.
Don’t water a dead flower.
It won’t grow back.

Even if it was your favorite.

With a mind more foggy
than a sky swathed in clouds
I wonder why I bailed out
from our love.

I still hopelessly crave
the feeling of your skin on mine
and our fingers intertwined.

I know unlike the months we spent together,
tonight I won’t get to feel your kiss
I remember all these things
that I’ve grown to miss
but they’re far from my grasp.

It kills me everyday
knowing it was my fault
that we didn’t last.

Our memories are detestable but ironically they're my most revered.
The utmost mundane things consign euphoria to my mangled soul.

The idea of stargazing from abandoned homes and kissing in the pouring rain Was platitude in some eyes but distinguished in ours.

Reminiscing leaves me in a despondent state, because feelings were not reciprocated nor was I cognizant of this.
Frankly because you lead me to believe they were.

I was oblivious to your game and the prize for being victorious.  

And the lack of corresponding emotions fragmentized my heart, Inculcated my despondency and left me with a paucity of trust for those to come.

Disregarding all the dissatisfactory emotions, I still cherish the memories.