Not Your Dying Flower

I’m not your dying flower…

Photo by Caleb Shong on Unsplash

Your teeth bit out words I tried to keep for myself,
Until you forced your way into my brain.
Bit by bit, I fed you parts of my heart, my soul, my being.
I let you consume me like I was a dying flower, ready to rot away,

But I didn’t want to die.

I wanted to live and I have to believe that living without you is the only way I can live with me.

-I’m not your dying flower.