Flower

It feels like my heart is breaking 

It’s colossal movements break me, and shake me to the core 

It feels like my heart is a ship destined to sink 

Sure, i’m afloat one day, but the next i’ve been punctured and waves flood in 

It feels like my heart is a welting flower 

I give it the sun it needs, i nurture it, i take care of it, but it still dies 

It feels like my heart is breaking, but nobody has my broken my heart 

But you think after years of tending to myself, countless bandages, and trips to the feelings doctor i would be okay 

You’d think my heart would pick up the shattered  pieces and glue itself back together and wish me on a good day 

Because i’m sick of it

I’m sick of being in this cave 

I’m sick of drowning 

Growing up my biggest fear was drowning 

But i wasn’t prepared to do it emotionally 

I took care of the flower, but it still died the second the wind turned cold 

I’m sick of it, and quite frankly i’m tired of being lost