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I have grown like a wild garden in
her absense
like morning glories leaning towards the sun
If she were to look at me,
she would not know how to turn away her gaze
Her hands would lightly touch me as if I were
paper

as if I might break
But she is not aware
that every moment I have survived from her,
my roots grew like cosmic energy,
they spread like lymphatic disease
I am someone else entirely
More beautiful than she remembers
with more colors than the spectrum of light can hold

Yet there are some nights,
where I travel into the shadows
where the darkness consumes entirely and
I close up
terrified of the reality that she does not love me
anymore

       if ever at all

She thinks I am weak
But heartbreak leads to many virtues

Courage.

  to still grow when
no one is watching
Heroic.

   to still want her
Strength.
  to fall asleep at night without crying

I have grown like a wild garden
like ivy up a tree
But she is not looking for me any longer
Her lost heart chases some other prize
and that is too bad...
because if she knew me now

she would love me again