He loved me like a flower,
SeasonallyI guessed he got tired of looking at how pretty I was for a short amount of time
Then he threw me away like I was nothingBut it's okay
It's not like a picked flower can survive much longerI was in the best condition without realizing it
Until he came byWhy were my expectations so high?
That love wasn't even realI thought he would place me in a vase
And that vase would be filled with support for my conditionHis sunshine
Would shower me with the attention I've always wantedBut oh no, was I wrong.
He simply picked me off from my comfort zone and threw me away!He ripped off my stem and dirtied my precious petals!
Hell, he even treated my flower like trash!So is this what you do?
Picking up things that catch your attention, tell them lies, and leave them to rot?!You disgust me in so. Many. Ways that I can not explain.
I imagine those before me... What have they done to you?I bet they were like me.
Now they are scarred with trust issuesDo you even turn around and see the mess that you've done?!
Or are you still looking forward to breaking more hearts like the monster that you are?I see you picking up another flower...
I'm far too late... I wish the best of luck
For what lies ahead of you holds too much for a little flower...... Like you.
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