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The Catalyst
The pale flower beside me starts to blossom
I feel you push up behind me
Hugging me so tightly
I could feel my pain squeezed away
As we lay on the picnic blanket
Falling into each other and looking up
The stars shine brighter
Now that I’m looking at them with you
Your hand interlocks with mine
I am embracing this moment of happiness
Because I don’t get it too often
I’ve been depressed
Shattered and broken
But you didn’t mind
You picked up my pieces
And built me a castle of glass
I feel like the princess in the movie
That has been through hardships fear
And so many battles
But you spin me around my walls
Telling me I’m the prettiest of them all
And that you will never leave my side
I look over at the flower
And it has fully blossomed into a perfect rose
You spun me round and round
But then it got too fast
You spun me so hard
I fell into a piece of glass
Breaking down my walls once more
More than it was broken before
You leave without a simple goodbye
Turn away like you didn’t promise me
Endless love, the future, or fun prom nights
I believed in you but now I’m alone
Leaving you to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
But I should’ve known better
the flower looked too beautiful, too perfect
And now I’m here in the universe
The shadow of the day casts over me
While my ocean tears streaming down my face
bleeds into the sky
I’m burning in the fires of a thousand suns
Wishing I was smarter, knew better, and stronger
Wishing it wasn’t like the past three times
Wishing I wasn’t feeling unworthy of love, care, and compassion
In the end, it doesn’t even matter
Because I look over to my left
I realized that the flower was never there at all
You were a distraction
From my self
It wasn’t you that I was crying about
I am crying about me
I am the person with the walls
The depression and the struggles
You were simply a minor inconvenience
That makes my real problems come
out to play.
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