Planting Gardens in Graves II

it turned out
you were a mistake
not a soulmate
painful quest.
the heart is stubborn
searching for dedication
and love
in the person who broke it
of torment.

choose yourself more often
choose a life
without their b.s.

we plant our seeds of hope
in ditches that measure 6 feet
beneath the ground
waiting for flowers to bloom
in dead soil

the problem is
you’d rather wait
for him to treat you right
instead of preserving yourself
for someone willing and ready
to love you correctly

sometimes saying no
means saying yes
to something better

my love is too big
for an unhealthy relationship
shady sight.

my dreams apart from reality
struggling with the thought
that all good things
are just creations of my mind
the things i desire
the things i wish for
what if my eyes are closed
what if they’ve been closed
all this time
only to be awakened to a reality
filled with everything i’ve been
running from
written in darkness.

i’ve been missing the version
of you
that made me feel
like i was someone
worth loving

the kind of love you accept
depends on how much
you love yourself
self, all knowing.
never let them
dictate your value

i’ve come to this realization
after weeks of mourning us
i needed me a bit more
than you deserved me