Is everything okay?

Did I eat enough today?

I ate breakfast and lunch and it’s not dinner yet…

I’m okay, I think

Did I say something wrong?

Of course I didn’t, everything is fine

What did I do? What’s wrong with me?

I must be annoying them, I’m always annoying

Did I eat enough today?

I am annoying… That’s why they stopped talking to me

I’m not annoying.

I’m okay.

I’ll get over this.

What if this lasts forever?

Stop thinking

Stop thinking

Don’t forget about that thing three months from now

Who am I kidding I am annoying

Did they ever like me to begin with?

Maybe there’s something wrong with me

There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re fine

Did I eat enough today?

Remember what you did eleven months ago?

Stop thinking

Stop thinking

What did I do wrong?

Think

Think

Think

I hope they’re not mad at me.

Of course they’re not, you did nothing wrong.

I’m doing great, how are you?

I’ve never been happier.

I feel a little sad today.

Did I eat enough?

Did I do something wrong?

I’m always annoying.

Is everything okay?

You are not

The fire that destroys

The forest

But

The remnants

That grow into new life

Over time.

You are the spine

That holds me up.

My back has been

Hurting lately.

I will never know why

She shined so much brighter

In your eyes

Than I did.

Her fire is dim and small.

She cannot shine on her own.

I’ve learned you cannot either.

Two matches

With no spark

Will never catch fire.

I am my own flame

I am vibrant and beautiful

Passionate and warm

But if you had held me

In your hands

Like you now hold her

I would burn out

In your cold abyss.

A fire cannot blaze

Without a spark.

Thank God you were not my match.

Sometimes I forget

To water my own flowers

In the midst of

Watering others.

I promise

There is a garden of yellow roses

Inside me.

Sometimes

I just need

To be reminded.

The yellow flowers

Inside

Have begun to wither.

I am withering

With them.

My petals are wilted,

My leaves have shriveled

But I will grow back.

It is simply not my season.

I promise that when

My stems sprout up from

The ground

And my yellow roses blossom

I will be far more beautiful

Than before.

Even in my wilted state

I will still be beautiful

Because I know that

Watered flowers

Thrive.