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.