Her heart was warm and vibrant pumping a selfless type of love
It pumped until its chambers were depleted
a supply unreciprocated will dry up
and like the changing seasons
her personality changed too
unrequited love changed her confidence into insecurity
She couldn’t quite remember when she lost sight of herself
She’s pretty sure it happened when she was pouring so much into others
Somehow they gained vibrancy at her expense as she turned into a less vibrant copy of her former self
Somehow she started to internalize the outward inaction of another and took ownership of issues that didn’t start with her
and they allowed her to because she was to magnificent to behold in all her technicolor majestic-ness
But with her bathed in shades of grey they seemed so much more appealing than they actually were
So they attempted to lull her into accepting the fantasy as a reality
and for a while they were successful
they tied those rose colored glasses to her face with strings of lies, laden with whispers of sweet nothings and orgasmic soul ties
Emotions took control and logic took a back seat
And the color continued to be drained from her
until her insides were as black as a starless night
She lost her zeal and ultimately her appeal and the love leech went scouting for a new host
leaving her to fall freely
and for a while she lay there covered in blackness and feeling buried
until realizing during her fall those glasses and bindings were knocked loose
there was a light in the darkness
as she sprouted from the darkness
she realized she was never buried
she was planted
and as she grew into a new version of herself
her color returned
along with a fierce love of self
the season had changed and
so had she
this was her season
she was back and more vibrant than before
because she realized her moment of weakness and falling
did not define her
her ability
to get back up did.
~micaiah
