Why would you say that to me?

I feel it sinking into my bones.

Shriveling up my soft petals and I watch as they detach and fall to the ground, much like the tenderness I used to feel for you.

I limp away to isolate myself like a wounded animal.

Its weight seems to pull me to the ground.

My eyes water, my throat closes, and God, it leaves me feeling miserably cold from the inside out.

It eats at all my kind and caring parts like corn off a cob, until I am left standing tall and hollow like an abandoned building.

And then I mourn the pieces of me ripped away, because I don't want to be cold and angry I want to be happy.

I want to love and be loved just like everybody else does.