Forget-Me-Not
While we were innocent and happy
you made me feel like flowers
And I couldn't keep them to myself
So I decided to plant them all over
and make them as beautiful as you made me
With youth comes ignorance
And with ignorance comes pain
In the heat of affection we parted
And my eyes never burned so badly
I found new experiences
Which I hoped would compare
And for a while, it did
But my flowers started to die
The summer heat of this desert had scorched them
All that remains of them is a dry husk
It was a big mistake
Which I want to forget
It has already ended, yet it still plagues me
My flowers are still dead
Their beauty is no more
Because of an environment they were never meant to thrive in
And yet, one single plant remains
Though thouroughly thrashed when repotted,
And a bit burnt at the edges
It is bright green amidst the corpses of the others
It is still just a sprout without flower
The Forget-Me-Not.
It is ironic and bittersweet
We are friends but don't remember why
We are two halves of a whole, but growing into seperate beings
We are left with sweet memories of what was and could have been
I do not want to lose this one too
I do not want to forget
I want them to flower
But if you will ever feel the same...
...that is a different story.