Like flowers after a while you fall apart with no way to save you.

After your death watering you is a waste of time.

Holding on is a waste of hope.

I’m not sad that you’re gone

I’m sad that I forgot to love the most important person Me.

I’m mad that I neglected myself just to be with you.

I’m angry that every time he touches my skin I see you and want you.

I’m broken because you did not hold on to me like you promised you would

instead you watched me fall off the highest mountain instead of catching me you moved on…

I hope you’re happy with her