Wildflowers

You pushed, pulled and smashed down the walls I had built around me. I warned you, you wouldn’t like what you found passed them. It’s not a beautiful garden with fields of wildflowers. There is no cloudless blue sky with the sun shining down and warmth surrounding you in the endless colourful fields. The garden was once beautiful, filled with magic and wonder. But that was before the harsh reality of life seeped into it destroying every beautiful, innocent inch of it. Before heartbreak, loss, grief, loneliness, anger ruined the colours and vibrantness of it.

You told me you would love whatever you found because it would be mine and you like me the way I am. You looked at me with innocence, hope and a full heart. Your eyes still held light and happiness. I don’t know why you didn’t already see the decay; I saw it in my reflection every time I looked in the mirror. My eyes are lifeless, flat, dull. They are hard and adjusted to the cruelty of the world.

I told you not to knock down my walls, it would destroy me. there would be no repairing; no mending; no gluing back together. After you, I would disintegrate. I begged you to stop, to let me be. To like me for what you saw, to not try and go any deeper

But you didn’t listen you thought you could fix me, mend me. you didn’t know that it was contagious. You would too, soon start to decay, to wither. Your wildflowers so colourful, so beautiful destroyed, crushed. You see me no longer with innocence. You too look at the graveyard of wildflowers and you plucked what you thought was the last one untouched, but you were wrong. You should have left it there; you shouldn’t have taken it.

You thought you were protecting it, but you instead planted the seed of decay, the beauty won’t last long. The cold will soon spread, darkness ascending.