They were so beautiful
There on the ground
In the shape of a heart
Like it was your heart
You were giving to me.
You planted them so carefully
Then tended to them for days
What a lovely surprise.
Then they died
Like the pieces of your heart
You stepped on them
Like you did when you said we would part.
Then they rotted
Right there within the ground
They couldn’t scream
Or nary make a sound.
You planted nothing
But a moment you could waste
And me
Someone you would never taste.
So today
I plant my own
After all
I am finally grown.
Don’t wait for anyone
To give me pretty flowers
I live off myself
Not in lovely towers.
You don’t own me
In fact, what do you own?
You are like the fabric
Nobody want to have sewn.
Josephine Ranes 
wow powerful and intense. Love the strength of your being.
Thank you very much, I appreciate it.