unlovable

It’s so cozy here in this garden of dead roses

Somehow heartbreak makes me feel closer to my heart

It’s a sick and twisted little game we play here amongst the weeds

And there’s no one left to hurt me here; no one wants to visit a dead garden

So here I sit, all alone, and remember the beauty from the roses’ short-lived bloom

I planted and watered and trimmed my sweet roses

But alas, they all died, no matter how badly I tried to keep them alive

And so here I lay, all alone, having only the sunshine to accompany me

But I’m comfortable here in this garden and in this heartbreak

This sadness is the only time I feel really close to my heart

Why is the gardener blamed in the death of a garden?

The weather, the sun, the earth, the soil all need to be just right

Someday my garden will bloom once again

And the conditions will be perfect; and the roses will bloom evermore

And until then, I promise, I promise to hold my heart dear,

I’ll keep her close through the pain and close through the bloom

Because a world without flowers is a world much less beautiful

And a heart not felt during bloom is a heart broken