Flower

There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement
And I saw you stoop down and pluck it
gaze at it fondly and toss it aside

Is that all that love is to you?
To rip the beauty out of a thing
And leave it helpless and dying?
More of a tyrant than a king

You reached your hands into my life
And tore out all I could give to you
But when I was empty of purpose
You tossed me away like a dying flower

Cement is not kind to flowers
And yet a single flower bloomed
in the midst of such hardship
grew, and spread its petals proudly

But in a single, thoughtless motion
You ended something courageous
You broke something beautiful
I understand now why you hurt me

You overlook the outcome
of your actions
You merely do things
for your own satisfaction

But when playtime is over
And you have had your fun
I hope you comprehend
all that you once discarded

Although you, unthinking, ended
the splendor of that flower
I am not, and never was a flower,
I will heal to rise without your aid

- Obscure
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