That flower was me.

I had the audacity to believe you pure
Now open that dusty box to find my poor heart
My heart that bleeds, now broken in halves
One half for you, one for me  
I’ll be your precious pawn no more.

I remember just as you do
The flower that bloomed just because of you
The petals of fidelity, the stem of strength
Now I can see beyond the pretend
Your magic has lost it’s hold on me.

Let the flower disintegrate
Let the softness curl and crisp black  
I don’t care and I see now that neither do you.
The thorn pricked blood just as you stabbed my heart
Don’t pretend that hadn’t been your desired thought out plan.