Poetry & Self-Awareness

A smashed flower on the sidewalk

That’s how you left me and didn’t even look back

At first, I was shocked

But then I learned that instead of crying over you

I needed to repair myself instead

A smashed flower on the sidewalk, still has its luminous colors

A smashed flower on the sidewalk, still has its vibrant smell

I was hurt, but still beautiful

I was hurt, but still had my beautiful personality

You thought I wouldn’t revive myself

But being with you wasn’t even the best thing about being alive

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