I loved you
As if I was going to die
And I missed you
As if I would never see you again
Bruises and blood
The pain of everyday lead me where I am now
But I don't think I like this place
Because I don't love you anymore
And I don't miss you, no more
But I do love the way
He touches me under there
The belly of my fortune
Mountains in my chest are freeze
Under his skin
But I do miss the way
He makes me feel under the sheets
And how I reached the universe
In a different way
Truth is that I don't like this place
Because I don't love you anymore
But he is your best friend
And I feel like dying
Is this treason whatsoever?
I couldn't care less
I loved you
As if I could never love again
And I missed you
As if I never imagined having sex with your friend
So here we are
In a place that I bet, we don't like
Life is about karma and you are paying for it
I loved you
Now, I love him the most.A flower that's blooming
Isn't always a pretty one
As a human who is growing
Isn't always a good one
And so I realized that
The day I met my inner demon
The one who pushed me through hell
Made me hate myself for no reasons
Yet she is still talking to my head
Asking me now if they are really no reasons
I fight it back but it doesn't work
Happy moments don't exist in my head
They seemed blurry as if they were gone
I take a deep breath and smell the scent
Of a flower that's blooming
The prettiest one in my garden
Just like I used to be.
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Blossoming
PoetryThere's a lot of courage involved in the process of feeling emotions. A constant development is needed to become a good person, and most of the times it's difficult to be one. It's okay to be mean sometimes, it's okay to be good others, but what rea...