I was sat in a garden waiting to meet somebody who I hadn't seen for 7 months who used to be my absolute world. had my notebook and so I put my feelings onto paper. Eh. Comments welcome!
The grass looks plastic;
Everything we're not.
Ten pounds into the wishing well
and I don't know if I'd
wish to never have changed.
You loved my prototype,
Now, here's the finished product,
Here's my market value,
The auction house ran out of time
and so I patented myself.
I no longer feel like a little girl,
I think I know what I want
and I think you
still have a place
Sitting amongst this plastic.
I never could forget how I forgot about you.
Maybe I needed to evolve poké-style
and the catalyst was
400 miles from home,
Telling me it didn't love me
and I grew up.
I smelt the roses,
They tasted of earth and cements and roots
and I was scared and so I ran away.
Yet here I am,
Sat on grass that is not a lie
in front of running water
I can feel the breeze raising hairs on the back of my neck.
I sit here,
Waiting for you,
Scared that I cannot prove
that being without you completed me.
Finally proud of who I am,
Yet still terrified of falling down.