You wrapped her in lavender silk
gave water to her thirst
placed her in healthy sunlight
she bloomed in bright purple
petals bursting from where you planted her
until you decided that you didn't like lavender anymore
and chose sunflowers instead
turns out yellow was prettier
only colors that she could never have would satisfy you
so you picked off all of her delicate petals
and threw her into the darkness
hoped that she would die so you could have a brighter flower instead
my tranquility would never be enough anyway
but behind calm is a strength
a strength that kept her alive even when
you thought she wouldn't make it
she was never enough for you, why would she be enough to live?
I only hope for your sunflowers
for when you decide that you prefer red tulips
that she is as strong as I somehow managed to be
when you left me as a your nothing
and I came back as my everything.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
