The Flower

Broken and torn are the edges of your petals

Showcasing the scars from your triumphant battles

Battles for the purpose of nothing more

Than sheltering your pure and vibrant core

Through hail, wind, and storm you stand your ground

Fierce as lightning from the clouds

All because you realized long ago

That the rain simply helps you grow

My heart swells with joy when you grace my sight

A beauty that glows in the darkest of nights

But oh, the heartache when I say goodbye!

I cannot bare it, I must have you at all times!

Refusing to leave you behind yet again

I pluck you from the dewy grass and take you in

Now you journey everywhere I go

But you are losing yourself, it’s beginning to show

Your delicate petals that were once blush pink

Are now hardening, turning brown, on the rink

Of an undeserving death caused by my excessive control

You were my everything, my entire heart and soul

Why couldn’t I let you be?

Beautiful flower, I never thought your killer would be me