feeling like an endless and gruesome winter,
you eventually left me;
leaving a gaping hole of nothingness
in what i used to call my heart.
i remember you telling me
that i was like a flower;
you pulled me from my roots and placed me in a vase of water,
keeping me safe and alive.
but flowers eventually die
when the careless and unthoughtful rip them from their thoughts.
because there are other things to worry about;
because there are many more flowers to be picked.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
feeling like an endless and gruesome winter,
you eventually left me;
leaving a gaping hole of nothingness
in what i used to call my heart.
i remember you telling me
that i was like a flower;
you pulled me from my roots and placed me in a vase of water,
keeping me safe and alive.
but flowers eventually die
when the careless and unthoughtful rip them from their thoughts.
because there are other things to worry about;
because there are many more flowers to be picked.
