you told me once that i was like a flower
so you plucked me out of ground

at the time i felt special that you'd chosen me.
out of everyone you chose me.

even as you plucked away at me, as if i were some game
even as you tore away at my stem , sending me every which way
even as you tied me in knots draining me out
as you picked, crushed, burned
even as you left me there, nothing left but broken petals and rivers of pollen,

i still loved you

i realize now that i could have been better off growing without you