You sit there and have the audacity to question why this rose withered….
Meanwhile you think it was the first betrayal
You stepping when you weren’t looking
That’s what ignites this flame
That’s what keeps this fire burning
It wasn’t the first step on my back
It’s what you did after
Things could have been fixed
The solution was right there!!
You could have picked me up off the ground
You could have given me water
The truth was seen!
and you still turned away
That’s why
When will you wake up
You smothered this rose with your feet
You damaged it
But still it wasn’t dead
You never thought to put it in a vase
You can add some auga
Instead you chopped it
Thinking it could replaced
You stepped on it
Not even once
But ten times!
So don’t sit there and wonder
This rose was never upset about your first mistake
Those can be forgiven
Your lack of knowledge
Your lack of awareness
Your lack of accountability
That’s what killed this rose
You shall never smell one as sweet
One as thorny
One as imperfectly perfect
Have fun with the weeds
Coconut Kitty 
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