you've made roses grow
in the darkest parts of my soul,
and I don't know why
but sometimes I still cry
about things I can't control,
and I get ****** back in a vortex, a black hole.
what could possibly be worse
than feeling like you have been cursed
by a sadness so large
you can no longer reach for the stars.
I can only count on you
to rid the darkness and change my mood.

*a.m.