Jung and The Flower

Garden of the Heartbroken

I walked
through a garden
full of flowers and plants
in every corner.

They bloomed
with beautiful shapes,
bright colours,
whilst scented rotten.

I was searching
for a flower,
that could be mine
forever and always.

Everybody raced
and competed to pick
the rotten-scented flowers
that grew in the garden.

I walked,
searching every inch
of the garden.
but no flower there I would pick.

Until I found
a flower
beautiful and scented
meanwhile nobody
approached her.

When I looked at her
She was as beautiful
as rose.

When I smelled her
she was as scented
as jasmine.

And by that time
I found her
I knew that
I've fallen in love.

My mind was puzzled.
why wouldn't anyone
pick her
than those flowers
in the garden.

She was alone.
with no one approached.
with no man cared.
with no one to be.

I decided
to pick her
as my flower
forever and always.
and she agreed.

She was the flower
who I've imagined
in my dreams
and expectations.

I gave her my body.
I gave her my soul.
I gave her the only thing
I have to lose.
I gave her my heart.

We loved.
we laughed.
we've promised,
we will be together.

I loved her.
I knew it
from the start.
she filled the emptiness
inside me.

I said to myself
that I would never
let her go.
never.

She said
that she loved me
and she wasn't alone anymore.
and that she
would never leave.

I was afraid
of the day
when we would
say our goodbyes.

And not long
until the day
I feared
came to life.

When I came,
the place where I should be,
was taken over
by somebody.

Another man
took over my throne
and loved her
but not much as I do.

My tears fell
like silent waterfall.
my heart was shattered
like broken glass.
my life
was destroyed.

I lost
the one thing
I had
to lose.

She admitted
that she lied to me.
she didn't love me.
just because she pitied me.

Then I realized
she was just the same
as the flowers
in the garden.

She's toxic
as lily.
She's a hidden evil
like venus flytrap.

In that garden,
there wasn't a single
beautiful and scented
flower.

I finally left.
again.

ーthe rain, 17:35 p.m.
the heartbroken.