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I can't let this consume me

But it's hard to see you so emaciated

Memories flood my mind

and I find myself framing countless pictures

On a day like this where the butterflies flutter by the bush in front of the apartment

You would water the orchids

Now wilted over in ceramic pots

You won't be like the orchids, I promise

We can make it through this

But in the back of my mind I wonder if it's just an empty promise

It can't be, or at least I can try to convince myself the best I can

I can't be stagnant in negativity any longer

It hasn't gotten me anywhere

At a time like this I've only learned to be more positive

Or at least pretend to be

I don't want to believe it's over.