My Broken-Hearted Angel

I'm sorry, for leading you on this way; I swear my intentions were good. It's just-I fell in love with your potential. I tried 'saving' you by showing you who you could be, instead of accepting you for who you currently are. I try to stay away from metaphors, but a vivid mind like mine can only describe in such form...

You had planted your seed, but you let your polluted environment lead you astray from the daily cleansing you need to grow. And instead of letting you know, I took it upon myself to water you, hoping you'd just bloom. I fell in love with what your seed would be, without noticing that my efforts ceased to make a difference because you had lost the knowledge of your seed, as you grew up and around on barren grounds. As you had no one to nurture your soil as an adolescent, you did not know to look for fertile ground.

And instead of reading your story, I read the back of your book, and assumed your beginning was just like mine; my ignorance led me to believe that we all start on rich soil, and that you were responsible for forgetting about your seed. I let myself become arrogant because I bloomed strong and lush, assuming it was because of me, not of my clear air. I didn't know how wrong I was until I took it upon myself to water you... as soon as I started, mine began to wilt. Not because of you, but because I've never actually been through polluted water. Because I was so caught up in my vain appearance, that I forgot about how my seed started out just like yours... Our journeys just aren't interchangeable.

See, you are better off without me. You may not have bloomed yet, but when you begin to grow, your roots will be stronger than the plants we see. My journey has just begun. My already lush ground has caused my seed to crack, and my roots to be weak. You taught me that, I should've been saving me.