When she looks back,
A small teen believed
he was the happiest milestone
that's ever been marked
in her journey of life.
She treated him like a dying man.
She cherished every second,
laughed at every word,
loved every part of him
entirely every moment she could.
Her brain would plant
and they became nourished by
a simple thought of him.
He did not show efforts
to create a new garden.
She was over blossoming
And gave them to the poison.
Time passes by,
she tried to be her again.
The thought of him always lingered
and it achieved all it needs.
Questioning herself, lack of confidence.
Day after day pass by,
She doesn’t know what she wants
lost in the ways of the world.
Her brain participates in ways to burry
the negative feelings to succeed
at only feeling good.
She’s stuck, the pain overbears her.
Fatigue, sadness, lack of motivation
all tag along, alone with nothing better to do. Weighing her down in the world while he is living like one normally does.
6 years later. She’s asked about her first love.
When she's thinking about him,
her brain shrivels up
like a flower would when it's cold.
She try to protect herself, “Debatably a waste of time but also glad it happened.” She answers.
Growth is in pain, she acknowledges.
She thinks of her previous pain
only to find the root of sadness
to be able to change.
She lets go. She loves herself. She is beautiful. She feels like she is worth the world and deserving of a loving guy.
She notices that her maturity was key.
She lives life for her every day. Not for a boy, not for her school, grades, parents. SHE LIVES FOR HERSELF.
Her peace became important. She realized, feelings of hers are real. She is allowed to feel. Her emotions have power.
this is a very personal story on my growth over the last 6-7 years of my life