I don’t want to be set on you when you are still out searching.
I don’t want to wait until you get it together within time then, hear how you’re sorry because you were too blind to see that I was your remedy for life.
I don’t want to only be your spring time when I’m blooming beautifully because that is the only thing you can handle.
I am much more.
I am heavy snow on cold winter days and almost way too hot tempered to cut the flame on a sunny summer day and no umbrella can stop me from the rain I become when I feel pain.
You don’t get to come back whenever you feel like you should.
I had a voice that you tried to silence me of and wings that tried to fly but of course you had to cut.
You blew my petals off wishing for your own dreams to come true.
You painted me only the color blue.
I was too busy making a king out of you, I forgot I was a queen, and every time you needed me it was my shoulder you would lean on.
You were wrong about me.
You said I can never live without you but now that I have the chance to breathe, it smells like an eternity without you.

- Analysa Marie