What More Can I Say? (old)

What more can I say that has not been said?

Your love was my air, your smile, my sun,

Your heart was my essence. I loved you,

I really truly loved you.

Still, what can I say? I tried to obtain joy,

Joy that looked tangible, joy that was beyond

Measure. I existed because you existed, your

Life was like the light and nourishment of the sun

And I, oh I was the seed of a rose a rose that bloomed

And grew and fed off of the light you shed on me.

You were the rain that refreshed my soil when I found

It was hard to continue my growth.

Still, What can I say that has not been said?

You picked me from the ground when I was at my best,

You took care of me; I was your prized possession and I

Loved how you held me, you made me feel like I was

Only yours and that no one would ever love anything as

Much as you loved me. Oh I felt beautiful, to the depths and

Core of my soul, I felt divine. To this day, I am confident no one

Has, does, or will ever feel the divinity that I felt. I was favored indeed.

I was loved.

Until one day a new seed was planted that appeared more appealing than I,

Oh yes a rose was growing on the same land that was once mine, a rose so

Enchanting that it drew you away, you set me down, yet you still promised

Security. I believed you. Never realizing the inevitable was to be. You spent

So much time caring for that rose as if it was I that you had forgotten where I

Was placed, you forgot that I needed nourishment, I needed light, I needed water,

I needed life, but you, oh you set me in the dark. I began to wilt and as I fought to

Gain attention, pieces of me fell to the side, they fell un- noticed and they were left

Untouched and the beauty that I felt was a distant memory. You had given light to

Your rose, you provided water for it’s soil and you plucked it up out of the ground

And you cherished it, cherished it more than I. You forgot me. I lay in the dark,

Wilted and dry; losing all life and color that I once took pride in. I was dying.

Then, you found me, you picked me up and you took care of me, you made

Me feel some of what I had once felt and for a brief moment, I felt beautiful again.

I felt precious, I felt as though you would fix all the wrong, I hoped you would find my

Petals and you would put me back together. Instead you showed me your new rose, you

Told me it was your life, you fed your rose daily, you loved the rose with the love of a god, you gave it everything it needed to survive, but you nourished me periodically, you

Just slowed down my death, you did not prevent it. You were killing me softly, yet painfully. My petals were no longer falling to the ground, you were plucking them from me, yet begging me to live. You told me that the new rose was your life and that I would

Have to just deal. You gave me no chance, no room to heal..

What more can I say?

I Died.

You killed me. Once I was gone, you stood over me and

Begged for my life, you wanted me to live, you would love me, you would feed me, you

Would give me water, you would be my sun. It was too late, I was gone, no life was in me, all vibrance was gone and you laid me to rest. You went on your way and you took

Care of that rose. Good luck with that.

Then one day, someone found me, they picked me up and began to look after me, a rose, seemingly dead, laid to rest, un-noticed and most certainly forgotten, missing almost all it’s petals.. And still, they began to bring life back in to me, they found my petals scattered everywhere and put them back in place.They cared for me, they are caring for me. I am beginning to feel… I am beginning to feel divinity..

What more can I say to you now? Good-Bye.. That’s it.