All the flowers you planted in me.

Roses, daisies, sunflowers.

They were all so beautiful.

But they lacked something.

They must have?

Why else would you have left me?

A pointless arrangement of flowers.

And then I seen her.

And I realized it.

Because although you thought flowers were beautiful,

She had an entire garden for you to wonder.

Why couldn't I be your garden?

Instead, I am a useless array of flowers.

And now they have decayed.

Because I no longer have your love.