I loved to share my life with you. I was so ready, excited and willing to do so and I gave it my all. I got lost in the possibilities, the dreams, the fantasies of what could be. I lost myself in it. You were there, but not for me. Just for yourself. You clinged on like a parasite and fed off my possibilities, my dreams, my fantasies. With none of your own. You drained me, sucked me dry. All the flowers I managed to bloom, you cut off. You stole my shine and decorated your empty soul with them. But those flowers died in your hands. You took all but got nothing left now. I on the other hand have it all - still. The more flowers you cut off, the stronger my roots grew. It might take a while, but my flowers will blossom again - bigger and brighter than ever before.
