Blind Devotion

I'd walk into flames

be consumed by the fire

disolve into ash

nourish the soil

in the pit behind your house

until new life bloomed

let you tear me from the earth

bring me inside

lay me in a vase

to stare at for pleasure

and toss me aside

once I began to wilt

you could say your goodbyes

or press me between books

trap me in paper

to display in the window

until you found something new

if you asked me to