I planted a garden full of flowers
after you went on your way
and each one had a memory
or piece of you where they lay.
The summer sun beat down on them,
and they flourished beneath my tears
I never knew that such flowers
thrived on sadness and fear.
So my garden kept on growing
past the boundaries I had set
and sometimes I would admire them
and sometimes I'd look and regret…
because these flowers they were growing
into a garden that could not be kept.
Then one day he strolled along,
and saw what I had made,
blooming bunches of burdens,
and he had no idea how they came.
He squinted as I showed him
the colors and petals I arranged
but he did not see what I did.
he saw something that was strange.
One by one he picked them,
weeding out my beautiful mess
because to him this wasn't a garden
it was dead, and dry, and dreary mess.
And as he cleared the garden,
my mind began to be set free,
and finally I could see things,
that i hadn't been able to see.
My garden was now gone,
a relief I thought i'd never be,
and now I had him with me
to pull me from the garden's weeds.
But then one day he left…
with out a word…
with out a last…
the person who had saved me
suddenly left me for the rest…
he killed all my flowers
he destroyed my beautiful mess
he did what he promised not too