Her

Butterflies, that's what flutters in my stomach, and my blood rushes through my veins as soon as our eyes meet. Our arms brush against one another, fire explodes upon my skin, holding her close and relishing in her scent, leaving me intoxicated. Her smile captures my attention without provocation, the playful glint in her eyes, makes me smile and feel a happiness I've never known before.

Her, the one I will never have as my own, a creative mind but a closed heart. No one has filled me with such love, pain, sorrow, and growth. Her empathy is lacking, and her attention lies elsewhere now, not smiling at me, no more playful looks, no more fire, just constant rain.

Nightmares invade even my waking moments, depression consumes me. Yet I feel at peace at the same time, even though I feel like my own death is approaching me in slow motion and all at once.

Her eyes, her lips, her voice as she says my name, haunt me as never before. Wheat can I do but weep with every passing thought she consumes?

I am at peace, finally. Sweet peace, calm in my heart. The rain has been replaced with the telling of spring. Flowers! They bloom in the holes she left, the stems rush through my veins keeping me grounded, safe. No more thoughts of her fill my soul and leave me with despair, but with gratitude.

I now know my worth, I am as special as the flowers that invade my being with the happiness I deserve. I now know my happiness is without her.