Her.

Roses are red

Violets are overrated

We grew apart with time

And I f*****g hate it.

You were my love

And I was your knight

But then I was your hate

And you were my spite.

It may not have been always

Meant to be,

But something about that time

Still resonates in me

So now roses are black

And violets are gray

So I'll sit here

And remember better days