I am a flower

I am a beautiful flower in this world.

If you pick me, keep me in water, or I'll die

Sing to me sweetly, or I'll die

Plant me in the ground and I might live forever.

Let me keep my roots

Feed me, Nourish me

Give me the Earth, Give me the Sky

Give me the Water and the Wind

And I just might turn into a tree

And if you are lucky,

with fecundity and fair fortune

This tree might bear your seed

And you might live forever too.

A girl who glows dazzling can become captivated by her own shadow; so fascinated she might fall in.

A shadow, heavy weighted, waiting on the floor, might become moonstruck with his lovely lamp.

He who does not value words; who wastes wondrous words, crumples pretty papers and slays sentences of beauty which were woven with devotion- Words of Love- which sweetly and eloquently pave the way to heaven- is surely headed towards the darkness.

She who screws in lightbulbs, plants seeds, writes love letters, and paints rainbows is surely headed towards the light.

He who smashes lightbulbs, but plants seeds, lets me briefly paint my rainbow then burns my brush...

The dark and the light make grey.

Grey can sparkle prismatically, create clouds of gunmetal, live on classically, calm, static.

Glitter with passion and the eternal struggle between black and white,

Shine as a diamond in the rough perhaps rough even on my finger

but,

Grey is not love.

He told me he was through, wanted nothing. I had burned a bridge that could not be repaired. His heart had no intentions for mine, only his body.

“I love you. Look at me… I love you. I mean, did you read my letter?”

“No.”

“n no?”

Coldly, “I don’t need to hear how you feel again about me. I mean, it’s like…I love watching Family Guy. But you can only see so many of the reruns over and over again until you get bored.”

Silence. Thought. The faint sound of my heart finally breaking, not a shattering sound, just the last thread holding it together unraveling, falling softly to the floor. He just likened hearing my ‘I Love You’ to tiring of reruns of Family Guy.

Tears. Understanding. I always knew I deserved better than this. This was a death of my heart, of my love and a rebirth. A baby is born- this new version of me without him.

I burned his bridge that day. He can never return to my island.