lotus

i've heard this story a thousand times before.

i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be

to tell the truth. i'm a lotus flower, and you're my sun.

i'm alone on a lilypad in the vastest lake,

and you landed your rays on my petals, but

my only leaves lifted, so my thorns protruded.

all i need is one more chance. because i miss you, and

i know i shouldn't. i write about you, even though

losing you was my own fault. i remember you,

i don't deserve to. i love you, i'm sorry.

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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