I was a flower and you picked me

And for a while
I brought bright colors to the dark rooms inside your head
You stripped me of my thorns
The sweet aroma of rose covered the smell of liquor on your breath

I thought you had set me free
From the vines that in I was ensnared
You made me believe the petals that were falling from me
Were just them falling in love

But now
My colors have long since dulled
The aroma has long faded
And you are long gone.

Because darling, you learned
That once you cut me from my roots to have me for your self
The pretty little rose you saw growing in the garden
Would become just as dead

As the inside of you.

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