FLOWER

Faded pictures forming inside of my mind
I try to read between the lines
But sometimes
The memories get the best of me
You were my destiny
The first time that I made love
Without it being sexually
I wish that I could reach down
Deep into the darkest reaches of my subconscious
And pick out each and every
Sunset that we shared together
I really thought that we
Would share forever
Fuck it, It's whatever...
And maybe I'm just being bitter
Because
I burned all of our letters
And cut you out
Of all of our pictures
But, I guess I just never pictured
"You" cut out of "Me"
I mean, realistically
You fell in love with
The child in me
And maybe it took the man in me
To finally see
That you could live happily
Without me
And that's probably
What kills me the most...
So, here's a toast to the bride and the groom
And how your eyes still light up the room
Maybe I'm still being immature
And maybe I'm wrong to assume
I guess, sometimes it just takes a while
For some flowers to bloom.