Wilted Flowers

He bought her flowers
just to find out she was leaving him.
He bought her chocolates
just to find out she was cheating back then.
He still loved her with every piece of him
just to be drained of any power.
He laid in bed, dusk till dawn,
thinking about what to do with the dying flowers.

Hours passed, it was decided as a tear fell down,
He held the wilted flowers with hands that tremble.
He kept his head tiled up,
a loaded gun pointed at his temple,
saying "I need to die with them."

Now he lies dead,
wilted flowers beside him on the bed.