Dearest little one-
We have lived in such agony for far to long
Dearest little one-
Don’t you miss-
Miss the feeling of solace that we are loved-
That we are enough?
The way sun kissed blue skies sparkle in our eyes?
The little things we used to share like the sound of gentle summer rains?
The little things we used to share like the euphoria of simple existence?

Dearest little one-
We have spent so much time loving others.
Loving others that could never love us.
Just so we could avoid ourselves existing in the same plane.

Dearest little one-
We’ve made so many empty promises to each other.
We’ve made so many harsh and unforgiving choices.
No more little one.
This year-
This year we have special achievements to uphold.
To love ourselves whole heartedly.
To do away with the passive aggressive malice to one another.
To no longer drown each other under the turbulent waters of our emotions.

Dearest little one-
This year our mission is growth.
To grow from the cracks left from our past.
Hold my hand little one and stand with me a while- so together we may mend our cracks with gold.

I am grateful for the memories you that weren’t lobotomized.
For all the wounds I walked away with-
For the scars that took their places.

I am grateful for the garden that you grew in me-
After being buried in the yard.
Resilient are the flowers that grow from unforgiving earth

I am grateful for the love I give so openly.
The same love I gave to you.
The kind of love you could never reciprocate.
I felt your unprecedented apathy and hate.

I am grateful that you showed me what love isn’t.
With that lesson i found my confidence.
The same confidence you replaced with insecurities.
I see now that time with you was just a ripple.

I am grateful to be Scarlet Begonias-
As I’ll catch someone else’s eye.
But, what I am most grateful for-
Is to not be apart of the dead.