Flowers That Never Bloomed

And there I was,
At the stroke of midnight,
My empty heart was still bleeding
And my tears were still falling,
When I saw you.

You were ambling through the
Vines,
Drifting through the night
Bewildered and afraid.

I, myself, had walked aimlessly
Through that garden of flowers
That never bloomed.

Felt its stagnant air of
Heartache swirl around me
For so long,
That when loneliness
Became my routine,
I wore her perfume
And danced in her shadows.

I had wandered for
So long until I found you,
Running away from home,
Looking for some semblance
Of love.

I’d spent my whole life
Expressing invisible scars
In the words I wrote.

A voice crying out,
Longing to be heard.

Breaking and
Reading my own heart
With every drip of ink,
With every turn of the page.

But that night
I saw you,
And it was as if
I had written you for myself.
You were made for me,
And in my mind,
Made by me.

And though cruelty was
Once a faultless flower,
Its scent is what put us
In the garden that night.

You know me.

In a way that no one ever has.
Because you were lost and broken,
Just like me.

Because your sadness was
Just like mine.

And it was so lovely.

©️KVP
Art: Google
Song: “Can We Kiss Forever?” Kina
Prompts:
“WHEN LONELINESS BECOMES my ROUTINE”
“EXPRESSING INVISIBLE SCARS”
“READING MY OWN HEART”
“CRUELTY WAS ONCE A FAULTLESS FLOWER”
“FLOWERS THAT NEVER BLOOMED”
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