i have a flower
it is mine and unique to me
everyone has their own flower
so many, so pretty

some people, unlike me, give their flowers away
because they want to fit in
because they're easy to sway
or because they've been waiting for that moment

then there are those like me
the forget-me-nots in nature
yet they hold on tightly
not willing to partake in mercature

my flower yearned to see sunlight
to be kept within my protection was suffocating
to see what the flowers given away could see
was especially exciting

and so i loosened my clutch
to give my flower a few rays
alas, my flower was taken
an event in which my intentions betray

i didn't know him
he claimed to know me
justifying his theft on a whim
how could he?

why is it my fault
they told me "you didn't have to showcase your garden"
why am to blame for my floral assault
they wouldn't listen

and so, time has passed, i lie in my garden's dirt
they tell me i can stop the act, i don't
my tears are watering the soil, in hopes what i lost will return
but i know it won't

i'm deflowered.