A Pink Flower

It is one of many
One
Yet completely unique
Holding itself high
To be noticed by all

The wind sees the tree
Not as individuals
As one whole until they sway
Yet they individually feel

They live and they thrive
Winters breeze comes too soon
Each petal falls breaking the unity
Stripping each tender part
Dismembering the pack

What do we see now?
Each leaf lies isolated
Unity is no more
Yet it once started in confidence.

Control

Oh, why do I feel like those times when I lose control are the ones that should be mattering most?

When each minute
flutters like
passes like
the last.

While I see
through the tears
with weakness
and pain.

I see that one who sees me beautifully even when my emotions are a ghastly beast. He looks at me with love and affection; a stare of gratitude and thankfulness. His eyes fill with respect and tenderness, all the while I see through those gifts and seer it all with my greed and regret.

I know that this is me and your time has now come to receive a heartfelt apology for the wrong that I have done. For every heartfelt stare that you so graciously gave, I know you deserve all that back and more. <3