WildFlower.
That was the name I gave you, even though I knew you could never truly live.
You lived 4 months, 4 months longer than you should have but 4 months nonetheless.
You were my beautiful Flower who never had a chance in this world,
You were created from something horrible but I still loved you.
I was terrified of your existence, terrified for you.
This is a cruel world baby and I lived in a cruel place filled with only evil and hate and I know you wouldn’t be able to get the life you deserved, the life you should of had.
That’s why I’m thankful it was only 4 months. Because if it got to 9 then you would’ve had to live with the same horrible creatures I did and they would have tried to hurt you.
I wouldn’t have allowed that. I would’ve died before I let them hurt you.
I think about you all the time and even though the loss of you leaves a mark on my soul that can never be erased I’m glad you never had to live through what I did.
You were spared early.
I loved you then, I love you now, and I will always love you.
I’m sorry I could never give you the life you deserved.
I’m sorry you were just a flower who never grew the leaves you needed to be able to live and grow.
I’m sorry you were mine. You deserved better.
My WildFlower.