petals


With tender care and love
a bud will prosper into a rose.
With tender care and love
I turn away afraid of destruction.

Roses are distinguished
by beauty and elegance.
I am distinguished
by what you made me out to be.

The gift of a rose
is a symbol of love.
The only gift you gave me
was self hate and fear.

As roses are seen, whole and beautiful
You have left me
as pile of petals
slowly wilting away into nothing.

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