they say
eyes are the windows to the soul
if that’s true
why are yours so dark?
i see beauty
in the marks on your skin,
only because i know
the trauma
i know
the cries
the endless feeling of hopelessness
that came from the trauma
the anxiety
the feeling of being alone
scared to die
but wanting to be asleep forever?
just escaping
the reality that is your view
but from my view
you’re perfect.
you’re the exact composition
of a wilting rose
beautiful on the outside
yet rotting on the inside
but the question remains
can i fix you?
you need watered.
you need nurture,
sun,
growth,
love.
i want to replant you,
teach you how it’s supposed to feel
to encompass the
anxiety
the hopelessness,
the everything that surrounds you,
but not let it in.
let me help you cope.
allow me to be the one to nurture you,
and when your last day comes,
the day that you slowly fall
and your petals are no longer
beautiful ,
flowing ,
bright,
i’ll be right beside you.