Flora

Prey to your scent,

I drew closer to you

Burying my sense somewhere between your roots and rose coloured petals

I placed you on my lips and felt your vow of a better tomorrow

but as we grew, so did the flaws that presented themselves as thorns

You dug deeper with each grasp,

and the tighter I tried holding on,

the more it hurt,

the more my love for you bled,

and regardless of the tears I shed

Still you weeded out your roots and chose to plant yourself in another’s Eden.