When my heart blooms

       Story Time: When my heart blooms 

When my heart blooms I think of you. When my heart blooms I am inspired by you. Your touch has left magic on my soul, and the poet in me couldn't help but make our story an eternal memory. If only sweet words could set my heart free.  If only sweet memories could set me free. It was a story that was never supposed to have a beginning.  But what could we do if our hearts started a battle that our souls were losing? I never meant to touch you, I tried to keep so many emotions trapped inside of me.  Even when dreams of you seemed to be forever haunting me. But somehow each time that you seem to be near me I couldn't help but give in to your warm touch. Sometimes watching you do the things you love felt more than enough.  I only wish that you understood from the beginning that my heart never asked for much. It could have bled oceans of love in your backyard, and still, this heart wouldn't ask for much! I would have enjoyed, your smiles, your lies, and your company even if we didn't have to share a touch. It's funny, how you would always try to lure me in with money. But darling, those allures mean nothing when your the Queen Bee that keeps pushing the colony to make this sweet honey. I was nectar for your soul and when you touched me my heart bloomed. It saw spring, summer and the late sunsets say goodbye before you broke my heart at the dawn of winter morning. And ever since then, it seemed as if my heart kept mourning. I swallowed your words as if I never smelled the poison. Maybe, it's my fault that I always get caught up and lost in the motion. Or maybe I just thought, that we didn't have to be enemies to jump into each other's oceans. You could have explored my depths and I would have dived to the bottom of your heart. I would scavenger ocean floors to clear any litter from your oh-so-warm and loving heart. But deceiving myself, into believing that our waters were equally as deep and that our love was as diverse as my nature, seems to be my favorite form of torture.  

Now you must be wondering, how could I get so lost in a wonderland.

This always seems to happen when my mind wanders in an unknown land.

I taught my heart how to be careful. 

But no one could prepare me for our interactions that were always so playful.

And just having you as a part of my life made me feel wonderful.

Even when I knew it wasn't meant to last I didn't feel hateful.

Every second I spent with you felt delightful.

Sometimes our fights would feel spiteful.

Yet for the moments we shared, I remained grateful.

You gave me a reason to remain hopeful.

I started to smile with my soul as my vision became colorful. 

There is something about you that made my heart connect.

Those beautiful moments have become treasures that I will never forget.

When you touched my heart it started to bloom.

And I was a beautiful vessel for your honey nectar. 

You plucked me and I let you throw me away.

Hoping that you never noticed how I was slipping night and day. 

I stood there and watch you empty a garden, it was your favorite game to play.

Never mind what happened after the roses pricked you.

Some fairy tales are better when I lose you.

In a garden of roses, marigolds, and many delicate flowers I have lost you.

So even when you plucked me and threw me to the ground I wished you would believe me!

I wish you would believe me when I tell you that I am the  Queen Bee.

You thought you touched the vessel of me, but if you listened you would have gotten to know me.

You would understand what makes my love special and that would set the both of us free!

There were so many times when my bees could have stung you, but the buzz in your touch made my heart bloom. So forgive me, if you couldn't understand that there was a reason why I had to say goodbye way too soon. A bee could never be a flower and a flower can never be a bee. But maybe, a bee could hide in a flower, where she accidentally met this lover.