242 Thorns

I thought of this right before going to sleep, but I couldn't sleep until I wrote it down somewhere. I was very upset. Angry.

You planted seeds in my heart.
Little seeds filled with love, serendipity.
Each one sprouting, every single day.
I remembered to water them.
You did too, every single day.
Seven months.
It took us seven months to create something beautiful.
One day.
It took us one day to forget the Roses in my heart.
Thorns.
242 thorns replaced the Roses in my heart.
I have 242 f*****g thorns in my heart.
A distant memory, a moment of laughter.
Each cherishing a piece of you.
But don’t worry, I’m taking them out.
I’m slowly pulling 242 thorns out of my heart, every single day.