You had this uniqueness about you that others may not have appreciated, but I loved.
I carried you everywhere I went and you made everyday brighter.
Whenever you would start to wilt, I would nourish you, and for a while, that's all you needed to pep back up and bloom again.
But one day something changed, whatever I was feeding you wasn't working.
It seemed like the harder I tried to keep you alive, the worse you became.
Now I'm standing here holding onto your stem that's covered in thorns, while your flower has fallen off...
I'm left with wounds that won't stop bleeding until I let go of your stem that once carried life into your body.
I want to heal but to do that is to let go , so that's what I had to do.
It's not easy because your thorns were embedded so deep that taking them out caused me more pain than I cared to experience.
The wounds will heal and over time the scars will fade, but the pain....the pain is something I don't know if I can ever forget.
So goodbye old love, always know that in a field full or roses, you were my favorite.
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