The Purple Flower

Amatuer writer, posting my first poem. Heartbreak you will find amongst this writing.

Imagine you are a flower, a gorgeous flower. Say a purple one with different patterns on it and it's glowing. I was this flower until I had my heart ripped out. Having your heart broken by someone you love feels like a flower with each petal getting pulled off one by one.
You're glistening in the wind and sparkling in the sun and before you know it you lose your first petel. At first you loose your sense of understanding. You're trying to understand how you feel and how this could of happened. You were shining so bright and now it's come to an end, how could someone ever possibly understand this. And then again, you loose another petal. This is your sense of direction, how are you going to go forward, what does it look like, you are now scared.
Your third petal then flies away through the wind just like your emotions, you're confused, you don't know how to feel. You try to convince yourself it will be okay but once again you loose another petal and you know you won't be. Another petal drops off, just like the feeling you have in your stomach, as if your stomach has just sunk down into your body. Your stomach is now replaced with emptiness, but is still so tense. And again you loose another petal, just like your appetite, you're not hungry and you don't know if you ever will be again. You have to force yourself to eat because you feel so sick and you wish you didn't feel like this.
As the sky darkens and the lights go off you loose another petal as you're trying to go to sleep. But you can't sleep. You can only lie there with your eyes closed for the whole night as you feel this horrible throbbing pain throughout your body, just hoping to fall asleep so you don't have to feel this pain. As the sun rises you then loose another petal, because you know you have to get up and deal with reality and society and you're not ready to. The anxiety builds up in your body, knowing you have to face people and the questions they may ask. Another petal slowly drops to the ground, just like a tear from your eye rolling down your face. You don't want to cry, but you can't help it and you hate it.
It starts to rain and as the water hits the flower you loose another petal, just like the realization starts to hit you, that you may never feel complete again. How are you supposed to cope knowing they're not there anymore. Another petal peels off and lands in the grass on its lonesome, which is how you feel, alone. You hate being alone because you haven't been in so long.
A couple petals then fall off together landing on each other, caving in on one another just as if the world is caving in on you. It's getting darker, more claustrophobic and you're finding it harder to breathe.
The last petal then falls off the flower and nothing is left except the naked stem and pistil which is how you feel. You are left with nothing, no identity, no self belonging, nothing but yourself as if you were standing naked in a crowd, with nothing to feel.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

The title 'The Purple Flower' itself delighted me. Nicely written. Keep writing. 😊😊