"Burning Flowers"

An object of such beauty

I hold in one hand.

And the next?

Fire.

He hurt me too many times

To keep them around.

Time to burn

Them.

Forever I wanted them.

I wanted flowers.

I dried them.

Love.

I loved him with all my heart,

But that was before

He hurt me.

Burn.

I hold the lighter to each

Dried petal and leaf.

They wither.

Smiles.

Every daisy, every rose

Subject to my wrath.

They all burn.

Good.

I gave him undying love.

I thought he loved me.

He didn't.

Jerk.

He never cared about me.

Grudgingly he bought

Me flowers.

Once.

Our love was like these flowers;

Destined to wilt soon.

To wilt and

Die.

Each petal catches fire and

Turns to mere ashes.

I watch and

Laugh.

In my mind this is a sign

That I'm free of him.

I am free.

Free.

I am rid of him now as

I walk away and

Leave ashes.

Gone.

All I keep from this burning

Are two singed roses.

For me and

Him.

Mine is still is still yellow, but singed.

A metaphor of

My new life.

Burnt.

His is black; A sign of death.

I left it for him

On his bed.

Dead.

A/N: I've seen some of Princess Mulan's cut pieces and I just had to give it a try. I don't know if I've done it right, but it was fun. Heh, the subject in itself was fun! ^_~ Yes, I really did burn some flowers last night: The ones Mr. X gave me for Valentines Day. Ha! Had to bend his arm to get that, I think. He sure didn't put any thought into his gift. Bought them at the absolute last second and didn't even give them to me hisself! (Jerk) Anyway, he's gone and I'm finally free of that beeyotch, enjoying the happy life with you-know-who (if you've read ANY of my sappy poems, that is). :-D