Flower Child

You told me I reminded you of a flower.
You called me beautiful,
and told me I bring joy to others.
However, you picked me apart,
petal by petal,
trying to ascertain whether
I love you
or not.
What you didn't understand
was that I do love you
with more passion than 
a mother loves her child.
For some reason, you just
couldn't believe me.
All of my petals are gone.
I'm no longer beautiful.
I have wilted,
just like the flower you wanted me to be.