Wilted ©Lyn Crain

You

……plucked me

out of the field.

You encouraged me to

….blossom

feigned interest.

Oh lucky me,

living

in a flowery shrine

If only you loved me.

Understood me.

If only I had thorns…

to prick you, hurt you

as you have me.

Instead, I wilt

… like the other cut flowers

in a vase.

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