When the bloom turns to shadow

When the Bloom Turned to Shadow Blushing like a flower to the bloom of the sun, Remembering everything you said. With a smile on my face like a newborn baby to its mother, before the adolescence stage kicks in. Everything crashed at once. Lost, but not to be sought. Cherished, but not to be loved. The “I love you” seemed like a sharp process of gaslighting. The scars brighter than the first smile. Left in wonder of how the man I love became a monster. The smile of a baby was ceased. The blooming flower crashed. The petals fall soft, not in defeat, but to root myself again. I step out of the shadow of what you were, and into the light that never was yours to dim. The flower will grow again—this time, for no sun but my own. I am no longer your story’s ending; I am just beginning mine.