Summer

Sitting there, looking beautiful - she’s still

The sun warms her roots and strengthens her color

The air is thick - reapply the makeup, look pretty, sit and tan

obey

Fall

Slowly, she degrades - her outer layer is gone

Left is only the shrumpled up inside of her - torn and ruined by the fakeness she was forced to be

The inside was always what mattered, she knew that

Her freedom had been riped from her, leaving only one choice to follow

Winter

Stomped, crumpled, pressed, choked

She withers down to nothing

A blanket drowns her cries

Once she stops fighting, she realizes the blanket is no danger, but a friend who warms, someone to cherish

Someone who will not bind her with chains

Spring

As the blanket leaves, she’s gone

A delicate girl, swept with the wind

Is that so?

Then what is that rosebud growing from the soil?

A soul renergizing in her peak, coming back for the better

No, she’s not fragile like a flower, but fragile like a bomb

And as she rises to be who is truly within

One can see if you look closer - a phoenix rising from her ashes

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“She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb.” - Frida Kahlo

Message delivered

I wait patiently for your answer

after 2 days I think you might be busy

nothing

after 2 weeks I realize you might’ve forgotten me

nothing

after 2 months I realize you don’t care

nothing

I sit still wondering

when will you respond?

what did I do wrong?

then

ping

It seems you need someone to help you

and you keep asking

until I relent

not anymore

I’ve got to admit

I have no clue what went wrong

what did I do?

I am not perfect

I have flaws

I am my perfect self

I’m that huge bookworm

I’m that girl who loves to solve the extra math problems

I’m that person who is only organized when it comes to online files

I’m that person who loves to play cheesy disney songs on the piano

I’m that person who adores to watch movies based on books

and if that’s not enough for you

then you don’t deserve me as I am

so I hear it again

ping

and I press ignore

deciding to go and read on my couch, cuddling with my next favorite read, and a warm cup of Caramel Apple Cider.

Tomorrow,

I’m going to go and treat myself to a big Molly Moon’s sundae

and I’ll find someone

who

actually

cares