Black Petals

I never hurt a soul,
until I saw you pull
apart a flower
bit by bit.
How is it
in a single hour
you push me
to the point of hating?
I watch from shadow,
tired of waiting,
expecting you to turn around and say
that you're sorry.
That's all I ask.
For one of you to see
the crushed petals in your hand.
But time went by and nothing said.
So I'm the one disturbed?
I hate you,
But at least I'm sorry.