nothing made my heart break more
than you not thinking i was the prettiest rose in the garden
the glint in your eyes was meant for a flower adjacent to mine
yet, i was plucked anyways
plucked and left to wilt while the others grew taller
soaking up the sun while i was stuck in the cold embrace of your hand
one by one my petals fell off, my scent dissipated
and i was nothing but beautiful compost to fertilize the others