A Flower Crushed
You were a bright, yellow daisy
in the garden of life, so cheerful
kind and accommodating.
I basked in the sunlight of
your tender care and attention
my own flower bloomed and thrived.
Our roots ran deep and grew strong
in the rich soil of our lives
together, you and I, our vines intertwined
but in time...in time, our seasons turned
from spring to winter, and I began to die.
For I was poisoned, slowly, subtly
dying without knowing it, dying on the vine
strangling with the weeds, suffocating
the colors of my petals were draining away.
I gave and I gave, with little return
we shared confidences, vacations
food and family, yet you became jealous
and turned away, unsatisfied, turned
to other flowers, lied and betrayed me
my petals were plucked off, one by one.
How naive was I! You knew what you were doing
you knew, and you took and you took
you used and abused my kindness
and sucked the life out of me.
Your fake flower kept shining, while my
own flower wilted on the vine.
I have faded away, a jumbled mass
of jaded leaves and petals
rotting into the ground, crushed.
I may never open up my flower again.
Written on 5/5/2018
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