He was Spring.
He planted flowers around my ribs
And it grew and grew.
It grew till it engulfed my lungs
And left me breathless.
He was the feeling of beginnings,
And the start of my Once Upon A Time.
He was the first sight of blooming flowers,
The innocence of picnic baskets and the sounds of kids giggling.
He was the first sound of spring rain.
The pitter patter on the roof that matched my heart.
But all of a sudden,
The rain stopped
And the flowers dried up,
And things are starting to wilt.
And I look back and I see clearly now.
They weren't flowers he gave me.
They were weeds.
And little by little,
They swallowed me alive.
