"You said that the girl who do the things you do, is the one for you, your dream come true. But what are the things you always do? you love staying at the rock bottom and wandering the enthralling sky while you are smelling a plant of a different kind. Are you telling me that the girl who is as fragmented as you, is the one you’ve been dreaming about? You are a cassette tape with broken ribbons damaged, useless and you do not sound right, because why would someone want a girl who parties every night?
And I am a type of book no one even bothers to look at, untouched, unbroken yet I feel lost inside. If I were to become a number, I will be somewhere in the millionth place not because I am that important but because I am way too far to be your number one. But I was smitten badly so I translated your dream to reality. You wanted a girl of your kind, so I slowly unfolded my petals a once Miss Goody Two-shoes started to wear ankle boots.
Everyone said changes did me well, that I turned into a fully bloomed rose fresh and ready to be picked. Drinking coffee as the sun rises used to be perfect, until I started drinking beer as the moon steals the sky from the sun. The clouds above, splendidly beautiful I only fancied them before, but now my mouth can blow clouds of my own. You wanted a girl with the same wavelength with you, so I uttered craps kids shouldn’t hear, I started browsing sites, I never new exist.
All of these things you love reflect what you have been doing you are existing but no one is proud you are. I adore you but that is not just enough and so was I, I was not enough. You wanted more, but I already gave you everything that I have. You don’t know the word contentment so you started looking for another flower not withered and fresh as a daisy, amply watered, and not like me. But remember that I was once a magnificent flower too? until you picked me from my rightful place, it’s where I’m supposed to be. Now my supposedly perfect summer days are nothing but a plea.
I still remember the sweet words you fed me, you said, “beside you is where I always want to be.” But it turned out that, I am just a stop over to the your destination. I am just another star in the sky you love to look at when you’re high. You left without a word, without a note, without a sound, now all I have is card that says I need to be found.
Loving a broken person, will make you broken too. I’ve figured that after a few months of crying over you. The little pieces of your broken self have made their way to my fine heart ripping swiftly, trying to fit in, there came your army and leaving suddenly. I should have listened to you, I hate to say this but for once, your words are true. You gave me signals and I beat the red light, now my life is in chaos and I need to pay the damaged I have caused.
I should have waited for a guy who would love me as I am, who wouldn’t ask to change anything that comprises all I am. If I didn’t change myself just too suit your taste, my life would still be in place. I’d be reading romantic novels in the sea of tranquility while waiting for a charming prince who would watch the sun rise with me. Someone who has a glue, whose soul is white and do the things you never do."