I watched in amazement,
As flowers bloomed in your chest and diamonds formed in your eyes,
Wondering if you had known this was going to happen.
That you were going to become a garden,
Hidden within a maze,
Full of roses and wasps, covered in diamonds.
I watched as he ripped open your chest and planted seeds within you,
You just stared down and held his hand,
As he gently began scattering them over your beating heart.
You even helped with the watering.
You didn’t understand what it meant,
As he dug into your skin,
Dropping them one by one inside of you,
Leaving behind seeds of doubt,
Seeds of insecurity,
Seeds of self-hatred.
You thought that he planted roses within you,
As a way to show his love.
But even the most beautiful of roses,
Have thorns.
You didn’t notice the thorns,
Or the weeds,
Or the pressure in your chest,
As the roses took up too much space,
Crowding your lungs.
Vines wrapping around your ribcage,
Wasps making a nest in your stomach,
Choking you as they climb up your throat,
Crawling out of your mouth,
Like words that are never meant to be uttered.
You claw at the skin over your heart,
As it’s squeezed,
A little too tight,
By roses,
That were deadly,
Yet beautiful.
Diamonds fall from your eyes,
More valuable than your voice, your body, your mind.
You wonder when the one you loved,
Went from a gardener,
To a prison guard,
Keeping you locked inside yourself,
Inside this maze,
Your only company being the roses and the wasps.
Your only form of worth being the diamonds,
As they pooled around you.
All you had were,
The roses and the diamonds and the wasps,
As they pooled around you.