Poetry

we could've been like flowers

our love was a plant.
we were in it together
expecting to watch it grow
instead, when the sun wasn't there
or the rain hadn't come
you tore it up in thin air
you rubbed it in my face
made me believe this wasn't fair
you hadn't given our plant a chance
to grow into something rare.
now you say you're 'sorry'
because you think that'll save our plant
but to bring back it's
fragile leaves and broken stem
is time
something that you don't have.

for: Uxxlii