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A Colorful Tulip

Have you ever met someone filled with the twinkle of a thousand stars?

The softest, vibrant, and dazzling stars that sparkled even on the coldest winter night.

The darkness was completely invisible from those lights that were so damn bright.

That reminds you of the sun shining through those white fluffy clouds on that summer day you never wanted to forget.

Just like the streetlights that blinded you as you drove that one road that never seemed to end,

Blasting your favorite song from back in the day when things just seemed so right.

And every single time you look into their eyes, you pray there won't be any rainy days ahead.

Then somedays, their eyes are filled with the thunder of a thousand storms

And you can't help, but feel it in your heart.

You can feel your heart just rip inside you as they feel the pain.

It's as if the rain is pounding against the roof until it's seeping through the tiny cracks and raining upon them

And they can't help, but sit.

Letting it pour down on them, drown them into nothing.

And you watch them.

Watch the water swallow them whole.

Soaking them in their sorrows and that painful misery.

And you wonder why?

Why me?

Why is the storm raining on me like a fucking hurricane?

How come I look at my reflection and see the beauty in my atmosphere

But nobody else can.

And I sit here, pain in my heart, and I'm screaming for somebody.

Anybody, help me.

Help me from drowning in this ocean.

But nobody does.

Nobody can. Nobody even hears me.

Or maybe nobody is listening.

I swim to the top, kick my feet up and down, waving my hands back and forth

Begging because I don't want to drown,

I want to see the light glistening in my hazel eyes once more.

I want to see beautiful roses in my heart blossom into a garden.

Until I am the garden and have the sun shine on me like I am the most colorful tulip in the world.

Don't pick me.

Don't rip me from my roots because you think I'm as beautiful as I know I am.

Because when you do, I decay.

Am I so beautiful now?
With my wilted, colorless, dying petals?