She's like a sunflower
Swaying as the harsh wind rips through her petals.
She's soft
Delicate
Easily torn to pieces by one wrong blow.
He's the wind
Slicing through her petals without a care in the world about the damage he causes.
The sad thing is that after a flower is picked apart, you can never recover it.
So, it just lays there for the rest of its life, watching the wind demolish it's next victim.