Winter

Everything dies in the cold
So how could you expect me to survive
In this weather that was built to destroy
Trees that once cradled life now bare
Leaves that once depended on sturdy branches for support have fallen from grace
Crumbling under the boots of people to inconsiderate to remember that the bones they step on are the same ones that they admired only a few months ago
They watched them turn red, yellow and orange
Resembling a wildfire
Praising their beauty as they watched the life burn from them
Then have the nerve to criticize the ash they once called beautiful
I guess there's not much beauty in corpes

You lost the right to see me
When you left me in the winter
You fell in love with a flower
And now that I'm all roots
you don't know what to do
You said it was like leaving a kitten and coming back to a cat
I didn't quite understand at the time
What you meant by that
I guess the novelty of me wore off
I guess I wasn't what you thought I'd be
You told me you needed to grow
To move to the light and create beauty out of something more than just my fertilized remains
I guess my sun wasn't warm enough for you
Didn't my decomposing skeleton fill you up with nutrients
I didn't understand why you'd want to leave
But I let you go be free
While I tried to bloom into something you'd be proud to call your sunflower
Or rose
I'd even settle for dandelion
But when you left
You didn't return
And the dirt in my pot started to crack, resembling ashes in an urn
How ironic it is,
Thirsting for liquid in a place that's frozen over

It's now spring
And I've been working on becoming something bigger than before
Something that could be called more than just yours
I guess you heard
Because when the warmth returned
So did you
You look different but I recognized your scent
You saw me and tried to pick my petals
Like you used to
“She loves me”
“I love her not”
“She loved me”
But I've grown into something that you can no longer crush with your hands
Or pick with your fingers
My steam stands tall
No longer swayed by you breeze of lies you whispered in fall
You can no longer block my light
Because dear
If you really thought I was beautiful
You wouldn't have picked me
You would of let me grow