I gave you my heart.
And what did you give me in return?
You had my attention, affection, admiration,
And my love.
That last one is the hardest to get out of me.
But somehow, I opened my heart up to you.
I loved again and I’m still surprised by that.
You see, I had my heart broken not long before you came around.
I knew you were special, but I thought, “there’s no way I can fully love again. At least not for a long time.”
But I was wrong.
Love grew wild and free from a place where hurt once was.
Love for you.
But you know that saying, “all good things come to an end”.
I really wish that wasn’t true.

We were a good thing,
But I don’t think we were the right thing.
Even still, my heart hurts in the place where you didn’t harvest my love and cherish it like a bouquet of fresh cut flowers.
You saw it, and knew you couldn’t give it back to me.
And what did I get in return for a heart of love not embraced?
I’m still walking around my fields, looking at all the flowers that bloomed for you and wondering, “what will happen to these”?
What will happen to this beautiful and fragile love that lays unharvested?

At this point, I don’t know.
All I can do is marvel at the fact that love grew again in the first place.
I’m still waiting to see what I will get in return for the love you left in me.

m.h.