A Rose- I opened myself to you. Not yet deflowered, Only⦠depowered. Knocked down a few notches To nothingness. A prose- Roping myself to you. Never empowered, Always soured. Locked frowns drowning in Paint swatches of ugliness. Muddiness. I never liked your artwork Anyway. You create to abuse, To use, And to trade. You threw me away⦠And now your garbage can Is much more glamorous Than your gal is.