poems ♡

the garden

i know there is good in you~

you don't even know that your actions reflect the opposite~

i know what you did hurt me~

but it brought me peace as much as it brought pain~

i should be mad at you~

i should be bitter~

and I am to a degree~

but I thank you at the same time~

for you gave me a story to tell~

you gave me a poem to write~

you gave me a song to sing~

and as my tears fall to the ground, they bring forth beautiful flowers~

and they sprout from the ground toward the sky~

i should be depressed~

i should be crying at the mention of your name~

and I am~

to a degree~

but I thank you in my sorrow~

for out of the dirt emerges a garden that my tears allowed me to plant~

and there are new flowers every day~

and I make them into fragrances~

and I decorate myself with them~

in my hair and on my clothes~

covered~

i am relieved of this burden~

i no longer have to have my skin scraped against thorns~

there will always be a piece of me missing~

a piece of me wilting~

a piece of me that is dead~

but I am another's garden~

another's flower~

and I thank you for helping me plant my sorrowful vineyard~

my greenhouse of cracked glass~

i promise I will take care of it~