I am not broken.
Rejection doesn’t make me
unlovable.
I am done living for a dream.
It’s time to love me.
I am a fucking lotus flower,
stretching through a muddy swamp
in hopes of emerging
into light.
I am not broken;
for suddenly I found myself
alone in this empty room
you left me crying in.
Yet planets continue
circling the universe.
The stars remain endless
and we vanish from sight
to become something else.
Here’s the sun crawling out
from my darkest hours.
Soon there will be light.
I am not broken;
for, unrestrained, across these skies
smear violet and magenta,
revealing a gypsy
in her broken flashbacks.
Still she dances…still she dances…
Still she survives.
You will never love another
the way you adored me.
This you will realize
as the lotus blossoms
before your lying eyes,
back to the gypsy spirit
you tried crushing.
I am not broken.
Rejection doesn’t make me
unlovable.
For I am the lotus
you walked away from
thinking she would never
bloom.
You were wrong.
