Garden of Regret

His Version of Garden of Hurt Here I lie in this pit, this grave, that I have dug I guess you could say, this garden of regret that I have planted here, to remind me of bittersweet yesterdays Yes, my love the soil in this garden it is truly rare and can here only be found, it is the mixture of my blood and tears being shed for you as I embed the dirt into this ground Please tell me that you can feel my touch? As I gently pluck the blooms that once grew in your hearts resting place, where I chose to bury my love for you long ago like you were nothing but a disgrace I created this garden in memory of you and your love for me, and you’re right I don’t till away as much as I should here, I only bring more misery The beautiful flowers that once bloomed here I tore them from their stems, now that I am making this my prison, my hell, nothing and no one is allowed in No beauty is to dwell here, nothing to remind me of your face, so the garden that I created just for you I’m turning into my final resting place I loved to touch those roses and smell their fragrant scent as they once reminded me of you, but now I want nothing of substance lying with me in this dirt, nothing but the bitter truth I want to be surrounded by death and decay, reminding me of my own worth, because what I did to you, I deserve this regret, this never-ending torture, this hurt You believe that I no longer needed you that you were nothing but an annoyance, a ragweed, and by the way I treated you then I can understand why this you believed But after I buried your heart here along with your heart’s cries, you don’t know but I buried my own love for you here as well, due to my selfish pride For some time, roses grew here, only due to the love you once felt for me, I couldn’t have created something so beautiful, that kind of beauty could never have come from me So yes, I choose to destroy them, because that is what I do, I destroy everything beautiful in my life and it started and ends with you So here I now lie surrounded by nothing but my own bitter tears and lies, and I pray for you to rescue me that somehow your heart will hear mine But I am undeserving I know, why should you rescue me? When years ago, you asked me for relief, for any emotion, just a form of peace When your heart lied here and your love for me slowly withered away, what you needed then I couldn’t give to you, but now I would give anything to say “I wanted to grow you a garden, one that bloomed nothing but roses as beautiful as you, but time wasn’t something I had a lot of then, and now I only wish you knew” “I never meant to throw you to the side like a forgotten weed, but now I know how it feels my love as I lie here buried beneath this soil in this garden of regret, where I planted the seed.”