To the wild flower who decided to question Convention
Sometimes I find it difficult to believe that a society that strives off chaos and destruction could produce such a soul.
She has troubles of her own yet she weeps with those who shed a tear and opens her heart for those willing to tear her’s apart.
She is the definition of beauty in a cold world where blood is just an exploitative term.
How long will we suffocate her, will she poison herself just to please us and hold the hands of the dying.
Cant you see she is under pressure too she is drowning.
shouldn’t expect you to notice
she doesn’t wear it on her sleeve everyone’s burdens seem easier to bear than her own.
darling just own it, If you deny yourself the truth of who you are you will never truly know perfection.
They say it doesn’t exist but it does to me, when one imperfect soul should carry their cross piled on the crosses of others and still seek their worth with bowed heads.
You do not seek adoration or thanks you simply help when you can.
Like the Oenothera bienni you have questioned convention and bloomed where you were told you could not. you are wise and everything angelic.
but to every coin is rougher side.
A side that was not polished enough too dreary or dull
a side we hide all too often .
you are no angel ,
but who said angels where the only perfect things about this world.
you are fury. you are poison.
your sword are words and your knives are pens
But I have noticed that you never aim them at feeble men’s heads
you wait before plunging them deep into their hearts.
Understand, she has nightmares too, she cannot sleep.
Did you check up on her today because she never forget what others go through
or did you simply believe that she was too strong for your company.
She is broken just like the rest
but she became a hero when all else decided they couldn’t handle this test
She does not lay her problems on you because you simply cannot handle her stress.
She is under pressure.
She is drowning.
Won’t you stop a while and save her , save her from those nightmares,
save her from overthinking,
save her from herself.
Allow her to be selfish for once.
Allow her to go through a day thinking only of herself and things beneficial to her.
Is her happiness too much to ask.
She is a friend,
you are a cold hearted bitch I’d rather see dead.
Anxiety has worked his magic ,
I guess you really make a happy couple.
Spare her the trauma
I beg of you,
her mind is tired of fighting
and her body is weak
stop double teaming her
she tries to be strong,
she cannot hide from you.
you plague her subconscious.
Listen to me I have been through enouh with you to know pleading doesnt help.
I was on the verge of insanity all thanks to your help
know that she is stronger than I am her battle cries ,
her constant pleas
are proof enough you cannot best her at a game she is amused at
Just give up
Laying low will not help when you slowly rob her of precious moments. Memories.
I wish it would stop
that one day the mirror will whisper back
that the sun will smile your way
the rain will wash all your secrets away.
you are beautiful
I have come to realize that society harms the things they find most rare, precious, beautiful.
Darling , my generation does not know the true value of anything and it saddens me.
Keep being you don’t ever change because you are perfect the way you are smart talented educated and level headed
you are one of the few souls untainted by society. you will not lose the battle your strength lays within the love you gave out.
The rainbows are your sign and I know that despite its beauty or it stands as your beacon of hope
your light bearer I thank you for always looking out for me
I respect you
I appreciate you
always and forever
No matter the distance or lack of contact
you are loved forever
Ad vim demonstrat quaestionem Wildflower his qui vincti sunt ad placitum fit ... Ego opinionem de te quod non feci ita propter hoc quod generation