If you are one of the flower
in his garden of desires,
If only his demons play with you,
If his demand is for the ‘not you’ version,
If the days our laid with ashes and glass,
If you share something that can’t be love,
If he continuously commits the deadly sin,
Then have mercy on yourself and let go.
For he’ll never stop plucking.
Instead of rose it would be a sunflower.
Forbid, your own thorns will forlorn prick you.