I'm breakin again. 

Peelin ever so slightly at my edges. 

Runnin full speed at thorny bushes that would evaporate 

If I whispered it. 

Seein all the people go by that don't stop and check 

Check that I'm still here. 

I've left anyway. 

Drifted 
Moved into the space I always wait for lightnin in a bottle.

The place where it's always sunny and rainin.

I wait pullin myself one petal at a time 

"He loves me. He loves me not." 

There's nothin left to love.

A stem swayin in wind 

That threatens to uproot but I stay not thinkin it away. 

No one came to check. 

No one ever knew I was there slightly peelin 

Breakin away in the rain 

Boilin with the sun 

Singin his name cause 

He was the only one who ever saw me but 

He loves me not. 

What is a monument without bein revered. 

What is a altar without tongues in prayer.

It is mournin. 

Lonely sweet slow mournin 

Undoin itself to break its name and 

Prayin that it will be rebuilt again. 

It is defeat 

And the rubble of battles waged in its long forgotten purpose. 

He came 

And so he went