what did you think was going to happen flower child? i may have been in the back of his mind at the moment but my name will forever and always be engraved on his lips. really there’s nothing you can do about it. you can try and pretend like there was something there, embellish what you thought you had… but regardless of what he whispered to you i am his favorite flower in the garden. he left me to grow happily. he let me grow into something beautiful. though i resent him for picking you, i know you (a flower that has been picked) will soon die and wilt along with whatever love you thought was there. just as the other flowers have died away. i stay remaining, beautiful and ripe. he will love me eternally, and might not ever pick me from the earth but i know he will come back to the garden everyday to water me and care for me. he wants me to live and be happy. as for you he kept you for the time he had, he admired your beauty and scent… but you soon will return to the dirt where you belong for raking me of my happiness. farewell.
— false sense of security