I like to
    pretend
that
I have things
    all figured-out...

Because    most    of    
             the    time,
                    I don't.

i was a spark.
you turned me into fire
but since you left me
i am ash.

Life is just
life
and everything
else
is what you make
of
it.

            do not be afraid
                 of what you
            do not yet
      understand.

You told me-
I could be honest,
With my emotions

And here I am,
Being blunt

Without shaming me,
Would you have accepted it
As easily as it was to
Flick a knife out of its sheath

But lately,
I learned something from you

That it was okay to cry
It was more than okay to talk
About the beasts that held me down

In simplest terms,
I miss you,
The way a duckling misses it's mother

And that was petty

I wasn't sorry,
For getting attached-
I was sorry,
For letting you know the way I did

When a flower gets its petals ripped
Does it get back up?
Is it useless then after?

Or-
Does it-

What happens then?

I'm sorry,
But I'm not