I was a rose before you tore off my petals
One by one
You ruined me slowly
Poisoned my hope of finding love as beautiful as I
Does he love me?
Did he ever truly love me?
How foolish I was for ruminating on such questions
When I stood there all alone
Naked
Nothing more than leaf and stem
Stripped of my beauty and worth
By the hands of the one that promised to love me so tenderly
- The answer
