If only you could see the flowers that grow inside me.
If only you knew the weeds I had to break through to allow them to grow.
I've spent nights trying to pull the weeds out of my mind. Ripping apart at the roots that brought them there. And in the process I found myself tugging on what I thought was a branch but it was only you.
Woven deep throughout my veins.
Circulating my bloodstream.
Pumping in and out of my heart.
Without even realizing it from the very first time my eyes glimpsed at you they captured you and grinded you down to the little seeds in which over time my love watered causing you to grow inside me.
You see the thing with weeds is you have to keep pulling and ripping them out so as to not grow back. If you don't keep up with the work they will overgrow. Grow stronger. Grow thicker. They will become unbreakable. Like an unwanted virus they will invade inside you. Tangle your feelings, host on your heart.
My problem is I never cleared out my weeds until now. I never realized how embedded in me you really were. You were the type of weed that never let my flowers inside me grow.
And because of that, I never knew how to be pretty on the outside, I only knew how to be pretty on the inside.
My flowers are finally surfacing my skin.
About the Creator
Cass Lena
Simple girl with galaxies that run deep through her mind and hands that bleed the poetry those galaxies feed her
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