I’m going to pick them all apart

to shreds, to atoms,

in my heart, they will always fail

in my head they will never enter

and in my hand they will forever fall

Hold my flowers on your sturdy branches

or leave me as a seed to die

My love is buried in the roots of a better tree,

one best suited for the burden and beauty of me,

one more more stable, when the winds begin to wake

I love myself too much to entertain the lies of evil fools

I offer no mercy and I will rethink if a being with cruel intentions deserve my kindness

Be what I need and desire, or leave me as I am. You are best suited for another soul.

~Sammicakes