Maybe it was me.
Ive never been great at growing plants.
I put my cactus in my window.
Natalie Allen
Right by where I do my makeup every day.
My cactus made me kick off the window a lot more, the sunlight brought in brought me joy.
One little plant brought so much light to my life.
It didnt do much.
It sat there and soaked up the sun, I was jealous as I left for work one day.
How I wish I could stay and enjoy the heat with my cactus.
I watered my cactus.
A few months in, my cactus had a soft spot.
A few days later, the spot was noticeably bigger.
I tried to water it less and less, and somehow the spot grew and grew.
My happy little cactus was no longer happy.
I didnt need my window open anymore.
Maybe I watered it too much.
Maybe if I caught it sooner my cactus would still be here.
Maybe thats what I did with you.
Maybe I got a little too excited loving you.
Every day I gave you a bit more water.
I knew you didnt need it all, but it couldnt hurt, right?
Before I knew it you were drowning.
You didnt call to tell me goodnight once, that was the first rotten spot I noticed.
It grew from there.
And eventually, it was too late.
Thats how we ended.
You cant un-drown a person.
You cant make it better when theyve already pulled away.
There was no saving us.
Maybe it was me.
Ive been told I get attached easily.
Maybe thats the reason none of my relationships have worked out.
Youd think Id learn by now.
But maybe thats not such a bad thing.
Maybe if my only downfall is that I give too much, Im not doing too bad.
Maybe not everyone sees that as a flaw.
Maybe someone will see that someday and decide to keep me around.
Maybe it was you.
Maybe I didnt give too much, you gave too little.
Maybe I thought if I gave more it would make up for what youre not.
I wont do that.
So maybe it was me.
Maybe it was you.
Maybe it was just a cactus that got a little too much water.
