My Flower

“Over my love for you?” No.
When I said I’d go to the moon and back for you, I meant it,
Because love isn’t the late autumn leaf that falls off its branch, trailing in the wind, forgotten.

It’s a flower.

A flower I poison every day, for I must KILL,
Kill what I long for — 
Kill what I lust for,
Kill what I need.

I must kill the flower; I must kill the love,
The love I can’t take — 
The love not given,
The love, I’ll never know…

And I do it for you.

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