Flowers - Part 1

Let me tell you a story.
It's neither from the beginning nor the end.
The beginning indeed is the end.

She ate right out of my heart,
Neither because I let her
Nor because she could.
she'd been hurt a lot, turned against,
Even now she's a widow.
Like a flower she blossomed,
We grew together,
I was her stalk and she my root but even then
she remained the flower still.

Seasons came and went,
Unexpectedly we became more like pollen grains,
I knew what I wanted,
Became more defined,
but she remained vulnerable.
I pulled her(at least I tried),
cause every time the wind blew she whispered "Hold on, no 

one is going to get left behind".
I tried, I did.
But she remained vulnerable and got kicked about.
She was trampled upon like a cheap carpet grass.
Disposed as pleased like cheap degradable waste.
She let the lies of the world of passers-by get to her
then she became a lie herself.

She was beautiful no doubt but he didn't deserve her
and she him.
I was always there but to her I was just a wallpaper and
he, her world.
He made her feel as though she was wanted and loved.
Now he's gone.
Where is he now?
Who is going to take care of the tears that seem as
though the times of Noah are reoccurring.
Me! Me!! Me!!! I let go and let God.
She became a disease and I her cure.
But I was nothing anymore.
It was like she was immune.
More like she had other goals.
She wanted to make the world pay.
She blamed the world for her loss.

~Flowers 

By: Dahmeewande