Straight out of a novel—Malibu Tran

I used to think he was straight out of a novel
until there were days and nights he
left me here to rot
in my secret gardens he used to bloom
now rotten with his empty promises
that used to keep me going
like clovers from a flower that opens
when the sun flashes its way
but he left me here to rot
Now I’m watering the roots
he once planted
not because I still believe
they’ll grow back to what they were,
but because I’ve learned
I deserve gardens that don’t depend
on someone else remembering to stay.