It’s funny how the one who you “love” more
is the one you push away so much.
And that poor weed that you just finished stepping on
will never get the chance to bloom into the orchid
that you would fall in love with.
As she struggles alone to find a meaning within herself
the harshness of voice tries to cut at her leaves.
And even though that little bud only needed you to understand
without you, she will flourish into something greater that you could ever aspire to be.
So, don’t worry about me.
One day, once you pushed me to the point where I won’t recognize you anymore
you’ll realize that I WAS good enough
and all you had to do was love me enough to see it.
– Sara Osorio