In my sadness I cleaned the junk drawer. Already on the brink of madness and despair, I’m nearly pushed over the edge when I received a call from a delivery service saying the flowers were left on my front step. The spark of wonder lasted a fraction of a millisecond, then settled into dread. I
Sinking again Back into oblivion Not like it was sinking into you Your bliss turning into darkness My dreams fading to nothingness How can everything be so wrong and feel so right Falling again Down into despair Not like it was falling into you Your love turning into nightmare My thoughts clinging to phantoms How
If only I knew That all of my tears Watered a garden where love would later bloom If only I knew That each drop of sadness Would nourish our growth to one day make us whole If only I knew That all of this pain Mirrored the truths of how real our love was If
Written about a month ago… idk why WP decided to re-publish.