Week 51

Falling out of love
With you
Was a process,
A scientific experiment
Without a method.

I tried to test the hypothesis
But it was difficult to figure out
the right way to go about it
We were built on
Such shaky foundations,
It seemed almost pointless
To put all this effort into disproving
What was never known to be true.
At least that's what I told myself
Because I like to have the option
Of thinking of you,
It's too quiet in my head otherwise.
Emptiness is too much for me
So I selfishly
Kept myself in love with you
Just a little bit.

Did you feel the strand of you
I kept locked up in my heart?
I kept it for so many years
It grew into my skin.
true seeds planted.
It grew and bloomed
But bore no fruit
So I tore it down,
Pulled out all the roots too.

Years go by
And I'm still finding pieces of you,
Just shards now, really.
Eventually they'll all go away
And I won't wonder
If you're thinking of me today.
It's already slowed down.
In fact,
I've found a new garden to water,
And this one may be fruitful
So I'll stay here
And see the results of due process,
The rigor of scientific prowess
The way love now makes me
a little girl again,
Seeing a flower for the first time.
For that, I must go on uprooting you.
and I hope that elsewhere you may bloom.