Love, so heavy so light
With the wrong ones so dim
With the right one so bright

Love, so dense, so vulnerable, so soft
Told you I loved you and you scoffed
Left me to wonder
Left me to think about you so oft

Love, able to make you coil and thrive
Able to make you feel so dead and so alive
A love that shows you
Every aspect you’ve been deprived

Love, the twisted knife
Tunes on a fractured fife
Tunes you’ll remember and hum in the afterlife
Tunes that will make you feel so strife

Love, the reason I’ve sinned
Belief thinned and thinned
where it was once pinned

Love, the blood I’ve always coughed
A feeling so difficult so rough
The heaviest doff
A hat I wish I could take off

Love,The feeling of despair
The time it takes to find the pair
Is longer than I can ever bear

Love, at the same time a feeling of warmth
The feeling of growth
The happiness that comes with it
and shows you your worth

Love, a feeling of shrinkage and decline
Makes you feel indifferent, a fine line
Makes you feel trapped wrapped in twine
It’s only a matter of time until it declines

Love, someone to think about at every wake
Something you can’t remake
A feeling that breaks
A feeling inside of us that aches

Love, tell me I’m pretty, precious
tell me I’m oh so very rare
Find the little girl in me, she’s still there
Still find grace and radiance in me
Even when I’m done and bare

Love, you tell me I’m crude, mundane
Speaking to me
becomes something you refrain
All my efforts gone and vain
Maybe I was too much to maintain

Love, my sole purpose here
Because without my warmth
I’m a spotless deer
My love is all that steers
Without it I’d be nowhere near

Love, I hold so much in my heart
So much I don’t know where to start
So much I can turn it into art
So much it becomes every broken part

Love, a sacrifice we’re all willing to make
Love holds so many mistakes
Enough to fill the deepest lake
A love that holds no wrong
Is a love that’s fake
For it’s not a love you want to take

Love, so confounding, incomprehensible, puzzling, unclear
Shows you the reason for every tear
Makes you feel content with something so mere

Love, maybe I’m worth the hardship that comes
a person that doesn’t make you feel numb
a person that listens to every soft drum
Even though I’m not perfectly plumb

Love, sometimes so full of fear
But a fear that’s good so keep it near
A complexed sphere, may feel so fair
The cloak of care
The one that you were once given
And now wear

The wilting flowers
They whisper my name
At me they aim
Heavy with all the taken blame
Heavy with shame
That doesn’t fit in my frame
Because it isn’t mine to claim
But along with the people it came

The wilting flowers
They call me to the ground
I hear their singing sound
I tell them the stories I’ve found
The world beyond that astounds
how maybe they could’ve drowned
They live through me
Maybe we were bound

The wilting flowers
Falling apart
So heavy, their hearts
I wonder who took away their broken parts

But one distinct not fully gone
Wilting but holds the slightest color not none
Living through me, a running fawn
Watching the sun as it dawns

A wilting flower holding on to my pink flower’s blush
Grown from it’s seed
Infected with it’s thrush
That once held the river’s gush

A wilting flower holds on to me to keep me small
I beg to allow my stem to grow tall
Blossom but you weigh me down I fall

A river couldn’t drown you out
Water just flows through your now hollow spout
Your words too full of doubts
What are we even all about

As long as you’re wilting in this garden I’m forced to as well
I had to go with you when you fell
Now over me you dwell
Never letting me out of your shell

I was birthed to you
Wrapped in silk so new
The way you held me
You hadn’t had a clue
The love you give now so forced not true
like my lungs are sickly
Like I breathe different air than you do

I was always your doll porcelain and fair
Not another of in the world so rare
Dressed me up, styled my hair
never unsound always in your care
“You’re my daughter and my best friend a pair”

But as I grew older found my own skin to wear
Too big to be a doll and fit in your chair
your once awed stare turned into a glare
I became something you were forced to bear
My fractured lungs now complete with a tear

Swaddled in softness now became harsh
you’re words put into my mouth felt so starch
Left the flowers to die thirsty and parched
Here comes falling the golden arch

My father got his sons bold and strong
secret animosity you held because I couldn’t follow along
always gave me the sense I didn’t belong
Somehow my porcelain was now cracked and wrong

**** the color out of my glass
Porcelain now fragile and frail
A doll afraid and pale
“Don’t fail”
“Pay attention to detail”
But am i even put on the right trail

Every time I speak you stuff my mouth with petals
Built a new doll over again with faulty metals
Set up to certain standards, levels
But what is porcelain without proper trestles

a legacy i couldn’t uphold
Ever since you realized you grew cold
You dropped the porcelain and expected it to stay fair and bold
When it broke you left it to rot and mould
Came back to put it back together
then got displeased when it wouldn’t hold
The cracks you caused now something you scold

I’ve learned to speak with my petal stuffed mouth
Broken glass north and south
Learned to live with you thinking I’m uncouth  
Sinking in your words I’m doused

There isn’t a word I can wail to drown you out
Because there’s just more you’ll shout
The shrieks completing my porcelain with a crack
Maybe this once you’ll wash my back

At every dispute you can hear the porcelains crash
The everlasting bruising rash
So ****** and brash

Obligated to love this broken doll by fate
But all you’ll ever show is dislike and hate
The golden spoon laid by a broken plate
In me, you’ve lost all faith

An old doll’s dress unraveling at the hem
A growing flower cut off at the stem
The slipping dress, the doll you now condemn
The porcelain once bright as a gem

But I’ll die your daughter after all
all you’ll ever see is the dropped doll
every time you look at me it’s all you recall
The only thought that’ll ever fall
You still see her so fair and small
After her name forever you’ll call