Flower

He drew me a flower.
Big enough for the world to see.
A beautiful flower. That made my heart fill with envy.
I turned away from him. Shortly after he started to plea
"Oh why oh why can’t you see? My heart is yours and we are free"
Still I listened. But erased his flower.
And its beauty burned from the memory.
It devoured me. Until I couldn't breathe.
My envy for the flower, for love, and for power.
Turned him away from me. So I started my plea
"Oh please oh please can’t you see? My heart is yours and we are free"
I begged and begged for his reassurance if I still owned his heart.
Still he listened but kept his move.
I screamed his name but stumbled through.
I burned and burned and felt his hate.
My arms and legs changing green. My face and chest turning red.
I understood his inspiration and returned from my hallucination.
It was I and I was it. Peace he got from lover's spit.
I felt ashamed and taken back. And all because I chose to lack.
The trust and faith I'd promised.