I grabbed the flower with one hand And it's thorny, painful and blood-drawing stem with the other. "Here" I gave the better of the whole to him To the one who told me I looked amazing When I woke up. Who said he loved me When he didn't. Who didn't even try. "Here" I gave the thorny, painful and blood-drawing stem to him. To the one who Wrote to me just because he wanted to Who didn't take me for granted, He who loved me for me. "But why?!" He shouted "Because you said you'd do anything for me" I replied, with the sweetest of smiles. And then it rained, Because his eyes? They were my everything. And yet, and yet I walked away, As I deserved nothing.
I wrote this poem at 3 AM in a foreign country so don't judge.