You are a garden in my head.
Bright and colorful,
full of life.
Memories blossom,
and I become lost.
Lies grow like weeds,
infecting the beauty.
Your words are like water,
truth becomes lost in the undergrowth.
I take great care of these weeds;
I am their protector.
This garden seals my fate.
The gates are closed and I am stuck,
but I don't mind.
Long-cold memories sit perched
on our rock.
Waiting for your warm embrace,
which never comes.
This garden is a prison,
trapping me with thoughts of you.
There is no escape,
for the walls are high
and I have no strength to climb them.
Everything has long since died,
except the weeds
that I tend to so carefully.
They even choke out the sunlight.
I know this is not where I should be,
yet I cannot let go.
I long for my hands to once again have purpose.
But now, I realize, not from you.
The key, I find, was around my neck the whole time.
I have finally set my heart free from this cage,
and the garden is no more.
The gates swing open,
they creak as if to say, "Where were you?",
and welcome me back into the world.