Wilted
October 14, 2018
You made me happy on my sad days, and bright on my gloomy days. However, it hurt me to be with you. My cries outnumbered my laughs. I never received compliments the way I give them to you. I treasured you. At the beginning, it was the other way around. I got attached, and you became comfortable. You felt you were not obligated to show a affection because you knew that no matter how much you neglected my feelings, I would always return. The only way to break the cycle, was to end it forever. I was rose. My petals torn piece by piece each day until I was nothing but a wilted mess. I am numb; so numb, that my thorns no longer prick. For you have shown me that I love too hard and I will forever fade away.