DEFLOWER

if I really am your jasmine flower
(so holy and so pure)
if you are really mine at all
(as I am wholly yours)
why would you bend me this way, not towards the sun but towards the moon?
(was I ever light or always dark)
why would you mar me this way, not winnowing my weeds but plucking my petals?
(I love you, I love you not)

I knew you'd be the death of me.