our garden was a graveyard
of rotten roses and unforgotten mistakes 
dark, dead mist over a barren land 

I blamed my carelessness 
my inability to heal others
they said that if I suffered enough I'll bring life back to the flower corpses
but even my blood couldn't replenish the soil
I cursed myself and my helplessness
screamed at my hands-
what use are you if you can't even care for something so tender

I saw you watching me from the dying trees
eyes following me as I plucked the weeds which refused to go away 
work harder, you said, you aren't doing enough 
and when I believed I had done enough for the day, you said-
you've done it all wrong, babe 

and I realised the only thing I had done wrong was believing you were right 

so when I pushed you out of my garden and told you to never come back,
I kissed all the dead flowers and whispered - he's gone now

and 
every
single
one
of
them
bloomed

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