Smother

Based on: "You mustn't plant flowers in people's hearts if you don't intend on watering them."

You mustn't plant flowers in people's hearts 

if you do not intend on watering them. 

Don't create a garden only to give up 

when fall comes around. 

'I don't know how to love you', you said 

as you ripped my heart from my chest.

(It wasn't blood that flowed,

dried up petals crumbled)

'I can't stop seeing other girls', you confessed

as I broke my nails

trying to remove the roots

of our once evergreen garden

(I didn't want any traces of you to be left.)

'I don't think we should talk anymore', you finalized

as I fell to my knees and watched our garden rot.

The only thing left

was the daisy you remembered

as my favorite, because even

if you wanted nothing to do with me, 

you wanted to make sure I didn't forget you.

A cruel burden.

(My heart has been nothing but a desert since you've been gone.)

Author's Note

This is just something I came up with. I don't think I really care for criticism as it is my poem and the only person who can tell me how good or bad it is, is myself. However anything else is welcome. Thank you. x