Tears fall from my eyes
as the raindrops pelt against the window,
feeling as though my body is buried under six feet of snow,
yet, I know that I am just curled up on the couch.
Little did I know
that right out my window the snow has begun to melt,
and as the flowers begin to bloom
a spark is beginning to ignite in my own soul.
I talk too much
but then again I don't talk enough,
there's nothing in this world that will ever make you happy
and I wished I knew that
before I ever followed you to the other side,
but now as the flowers bloom
I begin to take on a new form,
one which you will never notice
because I will become a spirit that haunts your memory.
There was once a time where I thought to myself,
"How will I ever find love again?"
But now I know that I am done crying over you,
done with how I used to feel about myself,
curled up with tightness in my chest,
listening to the only song pelting against my own window.
How do I love again?
How do I trust again?
I follow the flowers that are blooming from the snow,
become a new version of what I used to be,
and let that spark ignite a fire inside of me,
so I can take on what lies ahead of me.