Looking back...

She could never
exactly pinpoint
when her love died

It was all the
little things really

That first argument
that threatened violence

Harsh words spoken
in anger
over and over again

Turning away
from a kiss and a cuddle

Ignoring words spoken

Belittling the importance
of her beliefs

Like petals falling
off a flower
one by one
they did drop

Leaving no life
Only thorns that hurt