Sweet One

Sweet one I say

you cannot keep them all.

You will move

she will try

you will forget.

Life will go on without her and you will blossom into your own.

Even when you sweat and save to buy one half of a broken heart

she will wear it for a week.

Then she will forget

and you will throw your half of a broken heart into the wastebasket.

Such is life

and you will keep on blossoming.

Sweet one I say

it isn't your fault.

People grow apart

like the branches of a tree that find their own ways to the sun.

They will reach for their dreams

and will not include you

but you will blossom and grow your own fruit

sweet to the taste

soft to the touch

soon someone will pick you again.

Sweet one I say

you will hurt.

Your heart will break and mend and break and mend

but then the words will escape from your mouth

riding on fear and misunderstanding

and they will be hurt instead

and they will turn on you quicker than a flash of lightning

but just as hot and just as terrible

and you will feel the sadness behind your eyelids

and waves will break over your cheeks

and they will leave and never come back.

Sweet one I say

sometimes it is your fault

but sometimes the fault is no one's and nowhere

and despite your best efforts

they will still forget you.

And on these days you will remember

that you are sweet

and you are soft

and you are blossoming despite the storm

and even when you feel there is nobody left

ground yourself in rich soil and wait.

Sweet one I tell myself

the ones who stay are the rainclouds.