I don't think I bloomed
I think my roots got deep.
But I didn't grow
I have to keep it all buried and not let it show

Maybe a little,
where one is dark, and one is light yet.
There they are.
the place where it meets the middle.

Where the sun dips down and kisses
the shadows,
and in the middle, there they are,
the colors,
the oranges, the pinks, the blues,
the reds,
until it’s a seamless line of completion.

you said,
“it’s killing us mentally”
but what was it exactly?
was it the fact that you waited
3 long days to explain yourself?
or the fact that you were scared
of all the good that I gave you?

Was it really that cliché?
The typical boy meets girl situation?
No
No.
I think it is a little bit… (cont.)

"I want you,
in the best of ways.

I want to make things go as far
as possible together
for as long as possible.

I want to make
you feel safe.
I want you to
support me.

And love me hard,
kiss me when I need it.

To never hide anything
but to tell me when
something is wrong."

But you never gave me any of that.

You lied to me,
and made me dig myself much deeper.
Deeper into a whole that would start to suffocate me.
I'm a Phoenix, and I will rise from the ashes that you caused after burning me.