The garden left in disarray

Please don't leave, to walk out that door brings an end to a means.

I mean I could be just as strong as the girl you saw,

but defiance feels so much better then your cold words of unneeded hate.

I will never feel belonging and wanted from someone so heartless,

but damn does it hurt to have these weeds lifted from my garden.

 This rooted fear was implanted as you left me heartbroken and depleting,

please don't see the face I am making since its distorted and forced.

I let you see my garden which was hard for me to plead the fifth.

Remember the day you stomped on my flowers and ripped out my wayward path?

No, well I do the image is forever staining my world with a shading hated glaze.

Your unlovable glance darkens my horizon,

from its playful blue-ish yellow tint to a most ominous darken night.

So he didn't look back at my garden, my home left in distress,

he kept walking and walking right out of my life.

So I guess that's all that mattered, since he left me belittled and breathe-less.

                        So good bye to the one who left me heartless.

 

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