Fading

It was in my mind

I see you listen to his lies
and it's unbearable to see something so superb willing to crumble for something so catastophic,
neither orgasmic,
not even long lasting.
I see a rose grow and die in front of my eyes,

wanting to save it.
But my kettle is empty from times berfore;
my advice has worn out.
I threw in the towel,
and I'm going to let you find out how this story turns out...