I was too much and you couldn't handle it
You fled the scene, before it would led to insanity
The plant died because I didn't let it grow in peace
The weeds grew because my view was always on you
Didn't notice the cracks in the wall
Couldn't believe I would lose you to the war
An empty room filled only with my thoughts
A hopeless situation I enter with blind devotion
I provided too much sunlight and you got burnt in the process
I tried to put out the fire but ended up drowning you
In my own problems and mishaps
I ruin every perfect thing I hold
It's for the best you stay far away from my touch

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Points in Time
PoetrySnapshots of life's journey A collection of moments that define us. Points in Time is my poetic exploration of love, loss, hope, growth, resilience and self-discovery