some 
                                        things
in                                  
        
l i f e

are                         
                        easier
                                 ­                  to

u n d e r s t a n d

   
when
left                                          
                      
m i s u n d e r s t o o d

You were that person
In my story
That everyone else
Saw as the villain
The **** in the garden
Full of roses
But I saw you as a hero
Because what nobody else realized
Was that the weeds
You had planted
Were just your
Broken attempts
Of making something
Bloom