Blooming Flower


She was like a flower- a beautiful blooming flower.
But you went and ruined her
Piece by piece- pulling her apart, tearing each petal off.
Making sure she knows all of her flaws.
You watched her die a little each day.
When she needed to be watered- when she needed to be loved
And when she needed you to care, you were nowheres to be found.
And while you were gone, she began to heal.
But then there you were again
Ready to destroy her, ready to kill her and ready to tear her apart.
You pulled each petal off- faster and faster
Each time you came back.
She got so weak, she couldn't fight back.
So there she was- a beautiful, broken, dying flower.

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