Bloom
Emotional highs and lows
Unpredictable, like
assuming which way the wind blows
Fits and phases
When all of a sudden you explode
Over and over, "I''m Sorry"
No amount of apology can replace the bitterness and cold
As the resentment grows
As if I never paid you, what you thought I owe
As if every opinion you had, I opposed
As if the hand I held was only ever worth a fold
Feeling the need to tip-toe
The water I'm swimming in becomes shallow
The question arises:
Would I be better off alone?
Realizing
What a poor, pathetic excuse for a connection
I no longer need your negative attention
Flowering
I can out grow
Finally letting the vines flourish and unfold
I can let go
I CAN LET GO