could never come to be;
i trusted that you were my forever,
but you decided to cut me
on that -
now it's hard for me to trust in anything
especially your name,
is this what you mean to do from the start?
you were deceitful, adonis, and insincere
a betrayer and a jerk
you stole every petal of my virginity
killing every flower of my
self worth in your palm
when you cut me loose by cheating on me,
but i know that what goes around
comes around and one day it will be me pitying
the dying black flower as the
of me bloom and bloom
in the fragrance of azure sky.
- linda m. crate

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