you were but a broken thing.
you were unloved, neglected.
i could have had anyone
but your state had me affected.
i tried to fix your damaged form
and tried to help you live.
i tried everything i could,
i'd give and give and give.
i thought it worked, i kept it up,
i gave you all my time.
i gave you love and happiness
with no reason or rhyme.
but then you crumbled again:
my love was far too much.
you fell to pieces in my hands
and flinched beneath my touch.
i know that i should leave you be
so you can grow on your own,
but it's giving up a part of me -
i don't want to be alone.
you're a smile upon my face
and a glow inside my heart,
and frankly, i don't know if i
can stand being apart.
but if you think that's what you want,
and what you truly need,
i'll let you exist on your own,
for from your scattered seeds
something beautiful can grow.
maybe it's not the end.
whatever it is that happens,
i know we'll still be friends <3
***
dedicated to my plant son, patch. i overwatered him, so he nearly died, then left him alone and his soil dried out completely so i watered him a bit and now he's dying again.
i'm sorry, patch. i'm a bad mum.
YOU ARE READING
the colour of mirrors
Poetrybecause there's only ever a moment, in between the waiting and the ones who are waited for.
