I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine

Pinky swear it
Promise me
Because that is my only reliable form of trust
And honestly?
*******
If you treat your word like pie crusts
Yet here I am
Watching you
Lie and cheat your way through life
You *******
And dishonest *****
Excuse my vulgarity but you've hurt me
I bleed
I wail
But you no longer give a ****
So hey,
Guess what!
I am so ******* done with your ******* (un)love song