First off, I'm glad you got to know me, the real me, and despite having to see the darkness, you saw the light within me. Unfortunately, the darkness took over and you lost interest in me. I gave my all to you, every single bit I had left of my heart, I gave to you. And for that, I thank you. Because without you seeing the shadows and cracks, I wouldn't have ever been able to find them to mend them.
Together, we were like matches to a flame––beautiful while it burns, but bound to burn out. I was the fire and you were the spark, you lit my life and then watched me burn.
While you were busy burning me to the ground, I was learning to dance in the flames.
As I became one with the fire, dancing in the flames, my ashes started flying and the dust swirled around, you soon came to realize that the wooden bridge we built together was burning down.
You were too busy choking on the smoke of the fire that once was us, you finally found our love was on pause.
When you came to my house and knocked on my door, my ashes blew to you but our love was no more.
When you finally concluded that I had moved on, you were right to go forward, to see what had gone.
Sifting through the burnt rubble of our broken love, you found yourself in the midst of wondering the cause.
At the time, little did you know that I was the fire, you were the start; never again will I be burned by your spark, for even a fool knows to never let an old flame burn them twice.
I have learned to love myself and my ashes, for without you burning me down, I would never have been able to pick myself off the ground.
To everyone I've ever loved, I thank you with passion to live for myself and not for the flames, I learned that fire does not cancel out fire, only the the rain can do that.
As we all know, storms eventually come to an end, but they can resurface if they are not put to be mend.
While the rain hit the earth and the ashes disappeared, the unimaginable happened making my roots reappear.
Our love may have been strong, but I was stronger, because only the broken can bring out the brave, and I was no longer linked to your chain.
While I blossomed beautifully within my fresh start, I couldn't help but notice that you left behind your heart.
To this day I may never know your "why", but if there's one thing I'm sure of in heart and in mind, is that it won't break me any more––for your heart is long overdue to leave the step at my door.
Thank you for loving me for who I was, because without your love I wouldn't have been able to realize my worth. I've burned, and it rained, I now have flowers blooming in the darkest cracks of my heart, and I can only continue to flourish from here, in this sacred garden, me, myself, my own again.
