The flowers are withering,

with time and desperation,


Yearning more water;

he pours from the pot,


Seemingly an endless amount,

never ending pouring


One flower;

no longer a bouquet of mine


And it keeps withering,

with thought and no care


The drought picked up,

the flower stays


It is growing too much worry for him.
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Tearing it to shreds,

it was just one last flower anyway.

Writer's Statement: ​The process of falling out of love is a tough one. It feels like they are tearing your heart apart piece by piece, picking out flower petals. I fall out of love with many things. My love for school diminishes as the homework piles on and I stop understanding the units. My love for the father who said he loved me but as time goes on I notice his manipulation and hatred for me and that love diminishes too. You might even fall out of love with yourself and that can be one of the toughest moments.