Bloom
If I had a way with words,
Maybe I could have transformed the
Decomposing emotions in me into something
as beautiful as
You. But I don't; yet,
I think, maybe, that such rich feelings could
Nourish my hollowed-out self and allow me to
Grow into the person you believed me to be.
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