You were the flower and I the petals,
but over time we dulled and the taste
was nothing like before..
I lost each petal of affection for you,
till all that was left was a stem,
void of what had flourished.
the stem a tombstone of consequences,
a monument that not everything that
blossom was meant to last.
I drifted into tomorrows and you found
that you could grow again,
somewhere new without me.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
You were the flower and I the petals,
but over time we dulled and the taste
was nothing like before..
I lost each petal of affection for you,
till all that was left was a stem,
void of what had flourished.
the stem a tombstone of consequences,
a monument that not everything that
blossom was meant to last.
I drifted into tomorrows and you found
that you could grow again,
somewhere new without me.
