There's a side to me that not many have seen... The delicate side that's unwavering when my heart is full of love for another human being.. like flowers that grow every spring and wilt every fall. I'm like this fragile not existent in-between of a flower trying to just grow and love and learn, but everything in this world is just too damn cold that my petals keep shriveling up and falling to the cold hard ground just to be stepped on by those not caring enough to watch who or what they hurt.. that fragile flower just waiting for someone to stop and notice I'm dying and when they do all I hope for is to be uprooted and taken away and warmed with love and care and adoration showering in it all and watching them watch me grow finally my petals no longer shriveled and fallen but glowing with beautiful colors because someone took the time to stop and smell the flowers long enough to want to watch the one who already looked dead grow into what they saw me as even as I was dying.. that is a part of me I will never let another see until they stop and see me for me..
