Abandoned

By ف

For the flower who is unloved despite growing up being a beaut;

Let them go,

Lies are meant to be broken.

The quiet they bring

Doesn’t bother him at all.

And,

offering a bit of yourself causes you harm.

Fret that it was ‘cause

neither were you loved –

Nor –

You’ve been chosen.

Maybe the only thing that you could do was

living instead of just breathing.

People aren’t meant to stay.

An ugly truth,

But being alone is the same as dying alone.