i realized that not every flower blooms
because there are people who prunes the shoots
because the flowers attract the bees
and you don't like tinnitus and are afraid of sting
so you pruned me
and so you didn't see how beautiful and fragrant i was
that i was worth it
that you could withstand the uncomfortable sounds and the pain
just for having me there one more day
and i'm sorry, it was you who lost me
because i, i floated through the wind
like pollen
and i found another garden that wanted me
one who took care of me until i rotted and turned to flower again
one who saw in me a reason to overcome and live another day
i hope that other flowers have made you stand it
that they showed you the world of roses and carnations,
jasmine and violet
who showed you the colors when you only saw gray
i had hope for you when you had given up on me and yourself
i still saw that you could change
and i hope with all my heart that you take care of your garden
and have let at least one flower, bloom
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Puisithe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
