Existent

Expectations

I had gardens, 

of assistance, of guidance, of smiles-

smiles that were, somewhat, genuine

trees that I needed in order to grow,

brambles I had twisted around my bones,

and for you,

for you I cut every rose, left only the thorns,

I left myself in a ruins, one stone-

one stone that was a symbol of you- was all I had become

You, you had nothing but the sea

drown yourself with no more than thieves

that stole your laughter,

and took your tears,

that you could never bring yourself to cry 

over me.

No, I am not worth such a dream,

that maybe you,

would lose another over me?

when I had lost every last leave,

of the soul propriety that was me.