I was a flower you plucked from the ground, crushed in your hand, but made for a crown. You hurt my petals, neglected my leaves.

   I had to go, I had to leave.

And my painful words set me free, and I sent them to you as flowers. You, who stopped me from growing.

So you'd remember, always knowing. The flower that you tried to break and bleed, was finally free. As wild as the sea, and happy to be.