My jealousy controlled my petals, it turned them into thorns.

And smashed other petunias to pieces,

so they couldn't be adored.

How dare they true to steal the golden air of him!

My ecstasy, my drug.

I wanted to grow from his breath

and in return fill him with all that I was.

I needed to be his forever petunia.

So I wrapped myself around his mind.

No flower had done something so green,

As the envious way I made him mine.

The roses choked on my roots,

They were weak. I broke them down quick.

Why were they blushing pink when he passed by?

Were they thinking of his kiss?

I had to get him away from the lust

Of those most promiscuous.

But he only walked away when I tried to have us touch.

Then he escaped.

Denouncing my affection.

Crying out that I was a monster,

A weed, an infection!