you have left me

a littered mess of petals

stomped on

torn apart

scattered across the room

ripped from my original stems

and strewn away like trash

but honey

you are the epitome of trash

these petals

these peals were delicately grown

watered on a daily basis

they took a while to bloom

during harsh winters, I feared they would never surface

but here they are

a mess of blue, pink, yellow, purple, orange, green, and white

a beautiful mess sprawled out in front of you

and those stems you ripped me from

I hope your blood stains their green beauty

because they have thorns

and they're meant to protect

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