It’s my heart, holding onto this tender flower.
The thorns dig deep and penetrate all that is too painful to retrieve.
It’s my heart and my hurt.
Don’t you dare try to tell me how to feel.
I exist in your world, in your institution.
That’s enough.
The thorns dig deep and I want them too.
I need to know I’m capable.
I need to know I’m real.
It’s my heart, holding onto this tender flower, watching the withering take place.
I want to cry with her, want to keep her alive but I can’t.
Don’t you dare try to tell me how to feel.
I’ve just about had enough.
Life is everything, in the moment.
I’m coming to terms on my time and helping to hold a withering creature while she passes.
I’m in the moment, taking in this pain.
Don’t you try to tell me how to deal.
I’m dealing while you’re just denying everything.
This painting was done by my fiance Matthew Hetro. He is an incredible artist.




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