You were removing every petal from me,
My thorns had no effect,
Fighting fire with fire would never work,
But you did not even burn the petals - you let them rot,
Sometimes you put me in some water,
Gave me some light,
Before you started to take more petals,
Why did you keep me alone in a separate garden?
Was it fate the wind blew me away?
It is better without you but also lonely,
You ripped the petals, but you did something,
Now I\'m stuck blooming and feeling nothing.