You mustered up all of the strength you could
to force me to shatter
into fragments on the floor
yet your whole persona is unblemished.
Flowers entwine your rib-cage
to protect your heart made of  roses
but what about me?
It's difficult to rebuild myself
when all you left behind are your thorns
making a home in my every being
that blinds me with pain
*I beg for you to finish me.